She sank down into the hot soapy water and let the bubbles float over her long stiff nipples. Diane Hudson closed her eyes and let her body float as she stroked her fingers over her tits and thought about the incident of that morning.
When they'd bought their new house, Diana and Ralph had both thought their life would change and their marriage would improve. But it had been six months since they'd moved into the house and nothing had changed. Ralph was still totally involved in his work and Diane felt a strange kind of restlessness that kept increasing with time.
Now she lathered her cunt-muff and thought about Dick Griffon, the real estate salesman who had sold them the house. Dick called occasionally to see if everything was okay. Diana realized that was his practice with clients, but more and more frequently she felt he was trying to tell her something when he made his calls. Especially after this morning.
She moved the soap inside her thighs and shivered as waves of horniness flooded her crotch. Just touching herself made her hot. And thinking about Dick Griffon at the same time made her even hotter.
She carefully lifted her ass out of the water and soaped up her butt-crack. Old habits die hard, she thought as she carefully washed her asshole. Her mother had taught her to be sure her genitals were clean and she'd never forgotten it.
In fact her mother was responsible for her marriage to Ralph. "He's a good man," she'd said ten years before when Diana had brought him home for the first time. "A clean-cut religious man who will always be a good provider."
And Diana had listened to her mother, even as now she sank two fingers into her cunthole in an attempt to clean out her insides. She trembled as her fingers stretched her cunt-mouth. Who was she kidding? She douched regularly and didn't need to shove soap up her cunt while she bathed. She was masturbating, but didn't like to admit it. A holdover from the old days and more of her mother's training.
Now she reached under her ass and dabbed a finger at her asshole. Her thoughts drifted to Dick Griffon and the words they'd exchanged this morning.
As usual she offered him coffee, and as usual he refused. But when he left, he took her hand in his and gazed into her eyes. "You look unhappy," he said. "There's something in your face. A subtle look that tells me something is missing."
She blushed and turned away, leaving her hand in his. "It's probably just an early midlife crisis," she murmured.
"If I can be of any help to you, please call me," he said. "And I don't mean just about the house."
He'd squeezed her hand and left and she'd stood in the doorway and watched him climb into his car and drive away. And somehow after he left the sun shone less brightly and the day stretched long and boring in front of her.
Now she reached up and turned on the hot water. It poured into the tub and in a moment the bubbles again covered her tits. It felt lovely to let her boobs float around the hot sudsy water. It made her cunt tingle.
She had girlfriends with tits as big as hers, but according to them not as sensitive. She practically had an orgasm when she touched her nipples.
She sank down into the water and felt the steam open her pores. It seemed the older she got, the hornier she got. She'd lost her cherry when she was fifteen and married Ralph at twenty-one, but it was only lately that she'd felt intense and almost constant desires. Desires that weren't being fulfilled.
Dick Griffon's face kept coming into her mind and she trembled when she wondered what he looked like naked. His body looked nice and lean. He'd mentioned once that he jogged and played hand-ball to keep in shape. He didn't talk about it, but she knew he was married and she wondered what his wife looked like.
Once again her fingers wandered over her pussy and she sucked in her breath as she slid two of them into her snatch. Forgive me, Mom, she thought as she churned them around her buttery insides. I need something so badly. So damn badly!
Actually Ralph was still in good shape too. She didn't know how he did it since he never exercised and participated in no sports. All he did was work and go to church meetings. She used to go with him, but lately had begged off. It wasn't that she wasn't religious, but her God was in her heart and she didn't feel the need to constantly go to church and pray. Ralph no longer argued with her about it. "If you choose to be a heathen, so be it," he said.
Now she rose from the tub and wrapped herself in a large bath towel. She walked into the bedroom and turned the heat on as she toweled herself dry.
When she had patted lotion over her body, she climbed onto the bed and began caressing her thick dark cunt-mound. Ralph would be home at six sharp, but she still had time to masturbate before he arrived.
She pictured Dick Griffon's face as she rubbed her fingers up and down her slit. Sometimes she watched old movies on television when she masturbated. She'd watch sexy old-time movie stars and bring herself off.
Now she thought about Dick as she brought her ass up off the mattress and slid two fingers deep inside her pussy-hole. She rocked her hips as she used her free hand to caress her clit.
Oh, dear Lord, I can't help it! she thought as she frantically stroked her passion-button. She pretended Dick Griffon was fucking her. She pretended his prick was streaking in and out of her gash and his chest was mashing her tits.
She wondered if he had a big dick. Not that she cared. Ralph had a big one, but he didn't do much with it. Not anymore.
She could hardly ever convince him to come inside her. He thought that as long as they weren't interested in starting a family they shouldn't tempt fate. But she loved when he came inside her. The feel of his jism shooting into her cunt always made her come real good.
Now she came as she thrust her fingers in and out of her snatch and rubbed her clit with her thumb. She bounced around on the bed and moaned as she tried to squeeze another orgasm out of her pussy.
She rose up and then began dressing. She'd spent too long masturbating and Ralph liked dinner on the table when he arrived home. She slipped into a blouse and jeans and brushed her long dark hair. Ralph hated when she wore jeans. He thought women ought to wear skirts, but she did little things like wearing jeans almost constantly to rebel.
She made up her face and added a second coating of mascara just because Ralph hated make-up too. Still, when she heard his key in the front door, she dashed downstairs and took the casserole from the oven.
"Hello, honey," she said as he walked into the room.
He kissed her and absently stroked her cheek. "Hi, honey," he said. "I've got to eat fast. I've got a church meeting at seven."
"Again?" she said as she tossed the salad.
"Some people can't get enough of the Lord," he said as he went upstairs to wash up.
She brought the casserole and salad to the dining room table. She put a beer at his place and a glass of wine at hers. When he returned from upstairs, they sat down and ate in silence.
"Did you have a nice day today?" he said after a while.
"The usual," she said.
"Listen," he said. "If you're bored, it's not my fault."
"I didn't say it was."
"But you always seem to be looking at me in an accusatory way."
"I think you just feel guilty."
He pushed his chair away from the table and got to his feet. "Good dinner," he said, wiping his lips on his napkin and leaving the room.
She followed him into the front hall. "I'm horny," she said.
"That's a lovely word," he said. "Your mother would be very proud of you."
"Okay, I'm sexually frustrated!" she fumed. "In other words, in need of fucking!"
"Diana!" he said sternly. "That language won't be tolerated around here!"
"But that's the only way I can get your attention!"
"Maybe if you stopped dressing like a hooker and started dressing like a lady I'd show more interest in you."
"Oh, shit!" she muttered, dashing upstairs in tears.
She threw herself down on the bed and cried. He followed her into the room and sat down next to her on the bed. "Okay, stop crying, honey," he said, forcing her to face him. "Dry your tears and we'll make love. I have a few minutes before I have to pick up Reverend Fletcher."
She sat up and he closed his arms around her and kissed her. Her pussy ached as he flicked his tongue into her mouth. Ralph could always turn her on. That wasn't the problem. The problem was he hardly ever tried!
Now he unzipped his fly and began to slip his pants down. "Let me!" she said as she pulled his pants down and off his feet.
She did the same -with his shorts and then when he lay back on the bed she closed her fingers around his prick. It barely stirred in her hand. It was soft as a powder puff.
She climbed between his legs and brought her lips down to his dick.
"You'll have to move fast," he said as he fondled her hair. "I don't like to keep the Reverend waiting.
Fuck the Reverend! she thought as she ran her tongue up and down his fuck-stalk.
She slid her lips over cock until her nose pressed into his cock-bush. She lapped her tongue over the underside of his shaft and suctioned his cockhead as far as it would go into her mouth.
Eventually she felt his cock grow hard and big and she released it and rubbed her moist lips over his balls. "Ralph, do you still love me?" she said. "Nope!" he said.
"I'm serious!" she giggled, because despite all their problems she still loved him and knew he loved her.
"Listen, you're the one who wanted to make love," he said. "Now get it good and hard and I'll fuck you."
Her excitement mounted when he used the word fuck. He hardly ever said it, but sometimes, like now, he did. She'd tried to convince him that nice people used so-called dirty words. But he didn't believe it. Still, every so often, he used dirty words in bed.
"Squeeze the base," he muttered now as she circled his dick-root with her thumb and forefinger while she sucked his cockhead.
"Harder!" he said and she sucked harder on his cock-knob.
She heard him inhale deeply as she swirled her tongue over his fuckpole and squeezed his cock-root. She bit down lightly on his cockshaft and felt it grow even bigger in her mouth.
She held her hair back with one hand and bobbed her head up and down as she mouth-fucked his prick. He silently humped his ass and fed her his meat as her fingers flew up and down his fuck-stick.
Once or twice she almost gagged, but then she took a deep breath and controlled herself. She was still dressed and longed to have her tits bounce free and her cunt stuffed with Ralph's dick.
She released his cock then and began stripping her clothes off. He lay still and waited for her as she returned to his crotch. Soon her tits rubbed against his thighs and she felt her nipples stiffen and throb as they speared his skin.
Now she swirled her tongue over his cockhead, polishing his tool with her spit and pumping his cockshaft.
"Let's do it now," he said, rolling over and climbing between her legs.
"Let's do what now?" she teased.
"You know," he said as he mounted her. "Let's do it!"
Beads of perspiration dripped down his face as he positioned himself against her pussy. Her pussy-lips throbbed as he parted them with his dick and sent his fuckpole into her snatch.
She trembled at the feel of his cock inside her. He hovered over her and left his cock imbedded in her gash for a moment before beginning to thrust it in and out.
"Well, you've got what you wanted," he said as he stroked in and out of her cream-drenched cunt.
He pulled out and then rammed in again as he hurried to finish.
"Don't go so fast!" she gasped. "I'm not ready yet!"
"Well, hurry up!" he puffed as he slowed his stroking. "I don't have all night!"
She wiggled her ass and tried to get back into the mood. She fucked her pussy back at his dick and tried to forget his words. Dick Griffon would never hurry a woman to finish. Dick Griffon would be patient and tender and wouldn't come until she did. Dick Griffon was nothing like Ralph. She just knew it!
Now she clutched Ralph's ass and tried to slow his strokes. She hugged his back with her thighs and pulled him against her so that his cockshaft rubbed her clit. But he lifted her legs and draped them over his shoulders as he sunk his cock deep inside her gash.
Then he began fucking her faster, ramming his dick in and out of her hole. She knew he was hurrying to finish and she tried to pull back as he ground his cock-hair against her cunt-bush.
Her hot hairy cuntflaps gripped his dick in an attempt to slow his movements as she strained to achieve the release of an orgasm. She knew that once he came there was no hope for her. He would leave without bringing her off and she would be alone with a horny cunt for the second night that week.
She remembered an old saying she'd heard once from one of her brother's friends. "When I'm hard I'm soft and when I'm soft I'm hard," he said. And Diane believed it. When Ralph was horny he'd do anything she wanted. But once he got his rocks off, he was immovable.
Now he panted as he drilled his dick in and out of her pussy-swamp. Just a little more and I'll be there, she thought. Just a few more minutes and I'll come too!
Her tits flew around as they rocked up and down on the bed. She raised her ass and rammed her cunt back to meet his strokes. He clenched his teeth as he whipped his dick in and out of her clutching pussy.
Now she brought her legs off his shoulders and planted them on the mattress as she humped her ass up and down on the bed. She rubbed her clit against his dick, but it was no use. Her orgasm evaded her.
"I'm gonna come now!" he panted. "Are you there?"
"No!" she sighed.
"Well, here goes!" he said as his jism shot into her gash.
She wrapped her legs around his back and took his load in her snatch. Sometimes when he came inside her she came too. But not tonight. Tonight nothing worked.
He continued poking his dick into her spunk-soaked depths until he was through and then he rolled off her body. He lay stretched out on his back breathing hard as she moved a hand to her cunt and began masturbating.
"Don't do that!" he snapped, pushing her hand away from her pussy.
"But I didn't come!" she cried.
"Well, that's disgusting!" he said as he climbed off the bed. "At least wait until I'm not here to see it."
"But there's nothing wrong with it!" she whined as she followed him into the bathroom. "Lots of women do it!"
"Not married women," he said coldly. "Not real women."
"And just what does that mean?" she said.
"If the shoe fits... " he said.
"Fuck you!" she said, flouncing out of the room.
She climbed back onto the bed and frantically rubbed her clit while she heard him go downstairs. She stayed in bed even when she heard the front door open.
"I'm leaving now," he said.
Diana didn't answer. She squeezed her thighs against her hand and rolled around on the bed. The door closed and she turned over onto her belly and fingered herself to an orgasm.
CHAPTER TWO
Despite her unhappiness, she didn't plan on having an affair. She would have gone on dreaming about Dick Griffon and several other men she saw and spoke to in her daily life. But she wouldn't have acted on her dreams.
It took Dick's persuasion one day a week later when he dropped by just before noon. This time when she offered him a cup of coffee he accepted. She trembled as she sat next to him at the kitchen table and sipped the coffee.
"So, I guess you and your husband won't need me around here anymore," he said as he gazed into her eyes.
Her tits pressed against her tight tee-shirt. She met his gaze and blushed. "No, I guess not until we decide to move and buy another house."
He took her hand in his and forced her to meet his eyes. "I don't want to wait that long," he said as he stroked her palm.
"What do you mean?" she whispered, her slipper falling off her foot as he pulled her chair closer to his.
"I mean, I want to be with you now," he said.
"But we're both married," she said.
"I know," he said, dropping her hand in her lap. "Don't remind me."
"I guess your marriage isn't very happy either," she said after a moment.
"That's the understatement of the year," he said, once again taking her hand. "That's why I know the signs. I could tell the minute you and Ralph walked into the real estate office that things were strained between you."
"Is it that obvious?" she said.
"Only to people who are sensitive to you, Diana," he murmured.
He draped his arm over the back of her chair and caressed her hair.
"We really shouldn't do this," she said, but she didn't push him away.
"I'm tired of living under other people's rules," he said, toying with her long thick hair. "Aren't you?"
Her heart pounded. If she didn't put a stop to this now, soon it would be too late. But I don't want to stop! she thought. Life is too short not to grab whatever happiness I can.
Now she turned to him and lowered her eyes. "Yes, I'm tired of it too," she said, her voice quavering.
He leaned closer and kissed the tip of her nose. "Then I was right," he said. "You want me as much as I want you."
"I don't know what I want," she said. "You'll have to make the decisions for both of us."
He moved his hand to her thigh and stroked it through the denim of her jeans. She was sorry she'd worn jeans today. She wanted his hand on her bare skin. Stroking lazily up her thigh and over her pussy.
Now he forced her thighs apart and moved his hand over her crotch. "You're not an easy lady to get to," he chuckled, rubbing her jean-covered slit.
Her heart pounded and she felt a flood of cunt juice drench her panties. He rested his other arm on her shoulder and soon she felt him toying with her tit.
"My wife's practically flat-chested," he said as he tweaked her nipple.
He released her boob and cupped her chin and kissed her full on the lips. She knew there was no turning back then. She would do whatever he wanted if only he'd never stop kissing her!
"Can we get onto a bed somewhere?" he said when he broke the kiss.
"I guess we can use the extra bedroom," she said.
They rose up together and hurried out of the kitchen. He followed her up the stairs and she felt his eyes boring into her ass as she sashayed up the steps to the bedroom.
Once in the room, she insisted on closing the door and pulling down the shades. She knew she was being silly, but she felt more comfortable with less light in the room. Besides she didn't want a nosey neighbor peeking in and seeing her with a strange man. Now he pulled her into his arms and kissed her again. "See how hot you've made me," he murmured in her ear as he pushed his prick against her belly. "You've made my prick hard as a rock!"
He put one hand over her right tit and snaked his tongue into her mouth. She felt the lovely familiar ache in her pussy. The ache that she no longer felt with Ralph very often.
The thought of Ralph made her shiver. Dick noticed that she tightened up. "Don't think about anything else but the two of us," he whispered as he led her over to the bed. "If you do, you'll spoil what we've got."
She knew he was right and she forced herself to rid her mind of Ralph and everything and everyone else. They sank down onto the bed and he covered her lips with his.
He hovered over her and plunged his tongue between her teeth. He Frenched her again and again. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him against her.
Suddenly he released her and tugged at the zipper on her jeans. "Will you please get these damn things off?" he said.
She rose up and struggled out of the tight denims. She felt slightly self-conscious when she stood in front of him wearing only her panties and tee-shirt and bra. But she noticed the glitter in his eyes as he gazed at her butt and she smiled.
She knew she had a nice ass. Men had told her so all her life. When she'd been growing up, her brother's friends had always gone crazy over her tits and ass and legs. Not that Les would let any of them date her. Her older brother had always been very protective of her. Oh, Lord, if he could see me now! she thought.
Now she slipped back onto the bed and he pushed her onto her back. He ran his hands over her body, finally caressing the wet nylon crotch of her panties.
"Do you have any children?" she said, and then could have bitten her tongue off as soon as she said it.
"Not now!" he hissed as he pushed her crotch to the side and plunged his fingers over her gash.
"Oh, Dick!" she sighed as he pushed a finger inside her cunthole.
He fingered her cunt for a few moments and then pulled his finger out and unzipped his fly. He rummaged around inside his pants and pulled his prick out.
Now she was sorry she'd insisted on keeping the lights dimmed. She wanted to see his cock.
He grabbed her hand and brought it over his prick.
"Pump it!" he hissed, as he plastered his lips over hers.
She pumped it. She moved her fingers up and down his fuckpole, shyly at first, but then soon with more assurance. Her pussy drooled cunt-cream and soon he slid his finger back into her gash and resumed his frigging of her snatch.
She pumped his dick and he finger-fucked her cunt. She sucked his tongue into her mouth and pushed her own into his. His prick throbbed at her touch and she stiffened when she felt the drop of spunk on her hand.
"What's wrong?" he said.
"Nothing," she said.
"Do you want to suck my cock, Diana?" he said, his hot eyes boring into hers.
He didn't wait for her to answer, but grabbed hold of her panties and yanked them off her ass. She rolled back on the bed and let him drag them off her feet. She trembled violently as he knelt down and parted her hairy cunt flaps.
"I'd love to suck your cock," she said as he touched her clit with a fingertip.
"Soon," he said as he rubbed her clit.
"Let's just give you a little orgasm first."
Now he leaned over and began rasping his tongue over her clit. She almost swooned and after a dozen strokes of his tongue she came.
He lifted his head and wiped his lips with the back of his hand. "Now you can suck my prick," he said, laying back and pulling her with him.
Diana eagerly opened her mouth and swirled her tongue over his cock-knob. She murmured a little cry and ran the tip of her tongue up and down his stalk before sucking his cockhead into her hot mouth.
She moistened her lips and rubbed it back and forth over his piss-slit. He folded his hands over his chest and groaned when she squeezed his balls.
The fact that she was committing adultery left her conscious mind. She became totally absorbed in sucking his dick. All her frustrations came pouring out as she gluttonously sucked his cock and licked his nuts.
She spit out his cock and sucked his balls into her mouth. She let them float in her saliva-filled mouth and then released them and sucked his prick-head back into her mouth. God, he'd given her such a lovely orgasm!
He closed his eyes and grimaced from time to time as she sucked his entire fuckpole into her throat. She surprised herself with her frenzied sucking. It had been a long time since she'd been so turned-on.
"Hold it!" he hissed, sitting up and gently pushing her mouth off his cock.
He reached over and flicked on the bedside lamp. "I want to see you better," he said as he slipped his pants and shorts off. "Take your shirt and bra off," he said as he removed his shirt. "I'm dying to see your tits. I've been dreaming about them for months."
All shyness gone, Diana pulled her tee-shirt over her head and unhooked her bra.
"Here, let me do that," he said as he slipped her bra off her jugs. "They're beautiful, Diana," he murmured as he knelt down and softly kissed the underside of her big slightly hanging tits.
He held a boob in each hand and went from one to the other, kissing and licking each puckered nipple. She lay back, her hair flanged out and framing her face as he made love to her tits.
"Jesus, Diana," he said as he rhythmically stroked her tits and ran a series of tiny kisses over her velvety skin. "I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."
The frustrated housewife's cunt felt inflamed. She held his head as he pressed his lips against her boobs and tongued her belly. He kissed and nibbled and licked her body and eventually his warm wet mouth arrived at her crotch.
"You've got a gorgeous pussy, Diana," he said as he buried his face against her snatch.
"Oh, how can a pussy be gorgeous?" she giggled.
"But there's nothing lovelier than a woman's pussy," he said. "Hasn't a man ever told you that before?"
"No," she said, shivering as she shook her head. "Ralph thinks they're dirty."
"Ralph's an asshole or a faggot," he said, dipping his tongue into her pussy-slime.
"You mean," she stammered, "that you don't mind the smell?"
"Mind it?" he snickered. "I love it." And he dug his lips into her gulch.
He pushed her legs further apart and deliberately licked up and down her cunt-folds. She pulled her knees back and held them against her jugs.
"The smell is the greatest," he said as he sniffed around her gash. "I like it even better when- a woman hasn't showered for a few days."
"You're kidding?" she said.
"No, I'm serious," he said. "It's a real turn-on when a woman hasn't covered her natural cunt-smell with a lot of soap and perfume and shit like that. And just a little raunchiness is great."
He used both hands to hold her hairy cunt-flaps open. "Next time we get together, don't shower that morning okay?" he said.
She giggled and nodded. "Okay," she said.
He toyed with her tits and stroked her belly as he leaned over and darted his tongue over her snatch. "Let's just see if that little cunt is ready to explode again," he said.
He licked his tongue up and down from her clit to her asshole. He closed his lips over one hairy outer lip and then the other. He bit and chewed and sucked on her cuntflaps and the horny cheating wife rocked her ass from side to side.
She trembled and cried out when he opened his jaws wide and closed his mouth over her gash. He tongued her clit again and again and she came with an intensity that almost made her pass out.
When she regained her senses, she had his head clamped between her thighs. "Oh, God, I'm sorry," she gasped, releasing him.
He gripped her asscheeks and tenderly kissed her inner thighs. "For what?" he said, licking her satin-smooth flesh. "For behaving like a woman?"
He rubbed his lips over her gash while he used one hand to squeeze her boobs. "My wife doesn't like her tits touched," he said. "Probably because she's afraid they'll disappear, they're so damned small!"
Diana giggled and he chuckled as he tongued her snatch. "Some women don't have much sensitivity there," she said.
He dug his fingers into her assflesh. "Yeah, well she sure put on a good act before we got married," he said.
She thrashed her legs as she felt another orgasm begin. "Oh, oh!" she sighed. "I think I'm going to come again!"
He began a frantic tonguing of her clit while she erupted in another giant come. When she finally lay still, he had stretched out with a big grin on his face.
"You really got off that time, didn't you?" he said with a touch of pride in his voice.
"You're wonderful!" she said.
"Oh, yeah, well, it's easy with a woman like you," he said.
He grabbed her and pulled her on top of him. She squealed when he clamped a hand over each asscheek. "I love your ass!" he said. "God, I love big round butts!"
"Do you think mine's too big?" she giggled.
"Naw!" he said, kneading her assflesh. "But maybe I'm the wrong guy to ask that. I like 'em big. I like tits big too. They can't be too big for me. And I like 'em to hang a little. Not too much, but just a little. Like yours will in a few years. Just a little sag is a fucking turn-on."
He pulled her higher on his body and dropped one of her tits into his open mouth. She sighed happily and closed her arms around his head as he chewed her tits.
"Oh, yes!" she gasped when he sucked a nipple into his mouth and whipped it with his tongue.
She rubbed her cunt against him as he slurped and sucked her boobs. And then suddenly she found herself on her belly and he was mounting her from behind.
He rubbed his prick against her gash and she shivered with excitement. She craned her neck and watched him as he mashed his cock-knob around her pussy-pulp.
"Jesus, Diana, I'm so fucking hot!" he said as he compressed his cockhead and stuffed it into her cunthole.
"Oh, Dick!" she cried as she pressed her cheek into the mattress. "Oh, yes! Oh, yes, it's so good!"
When his prick had penetrated her cunt, he began sliding it in and out of her clutching gash. He rested his chest against her back as he drilled his fuckpole in and out of her cunthole.
He moved one hand around to her clit and rubbed the little bean while he sawed his dick in and out of her depths. "Tighten your cunt!" he said, leaving his prick imbedded deep inside her pussy.
She tightened her cunt-muscles and he began moving his dick in and out of her gash. "That's the way," he said as he pulled out and slammed in again. "Now your cunt feels like a hundred fingers pulling on my dick! Oh, shit, I'm gonna blast off!"
His balls exploded and sent jets of jism into her cunthole. She came then too, pounding her fist against the mattress until the incredible sensations tapered off.
CHAPTER THREE
Three weeks went by and Diana didn't hear from Dick Griffon again. She tried to forget him by shopping for clothes and things for the house, but she felt weak in the knees whenever the telephone rang.
One day her brother called. His wife wanted to accompany him on a two week business trip and he wondered if their son could stay with Diana and Ralph.
She was happy to have the diversion. Young Bud was only a teen, but he was a sweet kid and Diana looked forward to having the company.
When he arrived, she bombarded him with cookies and cakes and made potfuls of spaghetti and chili. Ever since the afternoon with Dick her pussy had been horny, so she tried to release her frustrations with cooking.
It didn't work. And she began to be uncomfortable about having Bud there. The boy was young, but since she'd last seen him he'd grown up a little and he stared at her strangely when he thought she wasn't looking.
One morning she went downstairs later than usual. She'd taken a sleeping pill and felt groggy when she went into the kitchen to pour herself some coffee.
"I'm sorry I slept so late, honey," she said to Bud who was standing at the sink and drinking a glass of milk. "I'll make your breakfast now. What would you like?"
"Oh, don't bother, Aunt Diana," he said, his eyes glued to her cleavage.
She pulled her robe closed and tried not to laugh when she noticed the bulge in his crotch. Kids his age are always horny, she thought as she gazed at his fly. Bud blushed when he noticed her eyes on his crotch. He ambled over to the table and sat down as he finished his milk.
"I'm sure you're hungry," she said as she slowly crossed her legs. "I'll make you some eggs as soon as I wake up."
"Okay, Aunt Diana," he said as he nervously gulped his milk and leered at her boobs.
Diana uncrossed her legs, self-conscious now that she was naked under her robe. "Do you always stare at women that way?" she said.
The boy turned away, his face turning crimson. "I'm sorry," he muttered.
Diana's face felt warm and her long hair hung in curls down her back.
"Did I embarrass you, Bud?" she said in a teasing voice.
He turned back to her. "That's okay," he said, his eyes once again glued to her tits. "It's just that I think you're so pretty."
"Oh, dear," she said, as she tightened the belt on her robe.
She rose up and began bustling around the kitchen. "What would you like for lunch?" she said as she scrambled three eggs and put some bacon on the griddle. "How about club sandwiches? I make real good ones."
She chattered continually as she made his breakfast. If I keep talking I won't think about my poor hungry pussy, she thought as she slid four slices of bread into the toaster. Where does he put all this food? she thought as she put his plate in front of him.
"I'm going upstairs to dress now," she said as she watched him begin to wolf down his food. He nodded as she swept out of the room. "I'll be down soon, Bud. By the way, what do you feel like doing today? Anything special? Would you like to go to the zoo? Or maybe you'd like me to drive you over to one of your friend's?"
"No, I'd rather stay here with you, Aunt Diana," he said.
"Okay," she smiled from the doorway. "We'll think of something interesting to do."
When she arrived in her bedroom, she quickly showered and dressed. She tried not to think about the hungry look in her nephew's eyes and the bulge in his crotch. And especially not her aching pussy.
I can't even think about Bud that way, she thought as she brushed her hair. It's incestuous to even think of him sexually!
She thought about something her girlfriend Beth had once said. She'd said there was nothing wrong with fantasizing. Normal healthy people did it all the time. And there was nothing perverted about it even if the fantasy involved a relative or even an animal. After all, it was only a fantasy. It wasn't real.
But I really find the kid sexy, she thought as she stepped into her tightest pair of jeans. Better start watching the sweets, she thought as she tugged the zipper up. Either these things have shrunk or I'm growing!
She bent over and dropped her tits into her bra before hooking it and adjusting her straps. God, it was a drag carrying around ten pounds of tits! Oh, well, Bud seems to like them, she thought as she slipped into a pair of high-heeled sandals and took a last look at herself in the mirror.
Not bad for an old broad pushing thirty, she thought as she left the room. Not bad at all.
She went back downstairs, humming a tune as she returned to the kitchen. Bud was just finishing his breakfast and putting his dishes into the sink.
She brushed up against him as she filled the sink with hot water and she giggled nervously as her tits grazed his arm. "Close quarters," she said as she poured detergent into the sink.
She washed the dishes and he dried them. They didn't speak, but he kept sneaking peeks at her tits and ass and Diana's heart pounded in her chest.
"Have you decided what you want to do today?" she said.
"Nope," he muttered, his gaze on the floor.
"It's probably boring for you here without your friends around," she said, wiping her hands on a dish towel while her pussy twitched with need.
"I like being here with you and Uncle Ralph," he said, putting the towel down and closing his hand over her arm. "Especially you."
"Why, Bud," she smiled. "If I didn't know better I'd think you had a crush on me."
"Maybe I do," he croaked, releasing her arm and sinking down into a chair.
"An old lady like me?" she said, her blood racing.
"You're not old," he said.
"I'm a lot older than you," she said, sitting down next to him and taking his hand in hers.
"Not so much," he muttered.
"What do you say we go to the zoo?" she said, rising up and taking his hand.
He got to his feet and turned to face her. And suddenly she was in his arms and he was kissing her.
"What are you doing?" she gasped, pushing frantically at his chest.
He held her tight and she finally stopped trying to get out of his embrace. "Oh, God, Aunt Diana," he finally said as he released her. "I don't know what got into me!"
He sank back onto the chair and buried his face in his hands. She draped an arm around his neck and held his head against her. "There, there, it's as much my fault as yours," she said, her heart beating like a drum. "Maybe it was inevitable anyway."
She continued fondling his hair, her mind racing. Her cunt throbbed with need. She had a husband who didn't know she was alive and here was her nephew, a sixteen year old boy with a randy prick. What was the harm?
"Come on out of here," she said, tugging at his hand and almost pulling him out of the chair.
The boy looked bewildered, but he followed her out of the kitchen and up the stairs. When they arrived at the master bedroom, Diana shook her head and continued down the hall to the bedroom Bud was using.
"Come on in here before I change my mind," she said as she led him into the bedroom and closed the door. "Are you a virgin?" she said, the words tumbling out as she caressed his chest.
"Naw!" he mumbled as he stared at her heaving tits.
She took his hand and placed it over her boob. "Oh, yes, honey, that feels so good!" she breathed.
He squeezed down on her tit and felt for her nipple. His face was crimson and his breathing ragged as he explored her tit through her bra and tee-shirt. His prick throbbed inside his fly and Diana's heart raced as she reached down and stroked it.
"You're certainly hard enough," she smiled as she tugged at the zipper.
Unable to pull it down, she crouched down in front of the teenager and yanked the zipper down. "That's better," she said as she reached inside for his dick. "Much better."
Bud groaned as she closed her fingers around his cock and pushed his jeans down to his knees. She squeezed his cockshaft and shoved his shorts down, moving his velvety cockskin up and down a few times before releasing it and smiling up at him.
She began pulling her clothes off. "Get undressed, honey," she said as she pulled her tee-shirt over her head and let her bra-encased tits bounce free.
The boy wordlessly stripped, his eyes glued to his aunt's tits as Diana unhooked her bra and released her jiggling boobs.
"Jesus Christ, Aunt Diana!" he muttered as she scrambled out of her jeans and panties.
"This will be our secret, Bud," she said huskily, standing with her feet wide apart and her hands moving up and down her thighs.
When she saw him staring at her pussy, she fluffed up her cunt-muff with her fingertips and giggled. "Promise?" she teased.
"Shit, sure, Aunt Diana," he croaked as he stared first at her tits and then at her snatch. "I'll never tell anyone. Honest."
"I trust you," she said as she caressed her upthrust nipples. "Do you think I'm pretty?"
"You know I think you're beautiful," he said.
"No, I mean my body," she said. "Do you think my body is beautiful?"
He was naked now, and his prick and balls made her pussy cream. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He worked his lips and a pained expression came into his eyes. And Diana stopped teasing him.
"Come here, darling," she whispered, taking his hands and leading him to the bed.
They climbed on and she knelt in front of him and stroked his teenage dick. She made him lay flat while she hovered over him and explored his hard-on.
It should be good for a nice long fuck, she thought as she wiped up the drop of jism gushing out of his pisser. And maybe he'll be able to get it up again and I can suck him off. Young kids are supposed to be able to get hard fast, she thought as she instinctively snaked her tongue out of her mouth and moved it toward his prick.
God, it'll sure feel good to get laid! she thought as she held his balls in one hand and his dick in the other. She forced herself not to think about the triple sin she was committing. Not only was she cheating on Ralph, but she was cheating with a teenage boy who was her nephew!
Well, God can only punish me once! she thought as she stroked his throbbing dick and caressed his nuts.
She moved up on his body and lay down on top of him. He groaned when her tits mashed down on his chest and her cunt pressed against his dick. They rolled around, their arms and legs entwined and she kissed him, plunging her tongue in and out of his mouth and over his ears.
Then she moved back between his thighs and held his cockshaft while she closed her mouth over his juiced-up cock-knob. He let out a long breath as she tongued the flared rim under his cockhead and licked up the spunk oozing out of his slit.
She opened her jaws wide and made a ring of her lips. A sort of pussy. And then she sucked in as much of his prick as she could hold while the boy pumped his hips and groaned helplessly.
She lapped her tongue gluttonously over his fuckpole and balls and squeezed his ass. She inhaled his teenage aroma, taking his dick all the way into her throat and pressing her nose into his cock-bush.
She released his dick and snaked her tongue up and down his fuckpole. She bathed his balls in her saliva-filled mouth and gripped his ass, bringing him up to meet her sucking mouth.
The horny wife felt around for his asshole and when she found it she stabbed a fingertip against the tight little bung. The boy groaned raucously and made a grab for her hair as he tried to force his dick back into her throat.
Her pussy throbbed with lust and she sucked harder when the boy began coming. She eagerly closed her lips over his dick-knob as his teenage fuck-juice blasted into her mouth.
She drank down his pungent-tasting cream and held his prick in her mouth until his balls were completely drained. She kept his cockhead in her mouth while she stroked his ass and held tight to his nuts.
She let him rest for a few minutes. When he opened his eyes, she hovered over him and dropped one huge tit against his lips. "Suck my tits, Bud," she whispered sexily.
He opened his mouth like a baby bird and she filled it with her nipple. He opened it wider and she released her tit and let the boy hold on to it while he sucked more of her boob into his mouth.
She closed her eyes and sighed as he held her other tit in his free hand and devoured her boob. She directed him to suck the other one too and soon he was going from one to the other and she was stretched out on her back and he was hovering over her.
"Oh, Bud, that feels so good!" she gasped as she frantically rubbed her clit. "So good! Keep sucking! I'm coming! I'm coming!"
She came, a flood of cuntjuice pouring out of her snatch and soaking her hand. He continued sucking and licking her tits and she gave herself another orgasm.
When her orgasm tapered off, she sat up on the bed and once again crouched between his thighs. His prick was already stirring and she reached up and caressed his belly as she stroked his stiffening prick.
She climbed around on the bed and once again stuffed her tit into his mouth. The horny housewife continued fluttering her fingers up and down his almost-hard fuckpole while she felt around his asscrack for his brownie.
Bud trembled when she found his bung and drilled a fingertip inside. She wiggled her finger around his buttery depths and his cock stiffened and throbbed as she finger-fucked his butt-hole.
Suddenly he grabbed her in his surprisingly strong arms. Now she shivered violently as the moment of truth came closer and closer. She would soon stick his cock into her cunt and her sin would be complete.
The overheated young wife mounted him and the boy stared up at her with pleading eyes. She directed his cock over her cunt and squirmed around until his cockhead was wet with her juices.
She squeezed his balls and moved her body up as she forced his cock-knob inside her snatch. She held her breath as she sank down slowly and filled her cunthole with his young prick.
The boy humped his ass and stared at her unblinkingly as she took his entire dick inside her. She sat perfectly still before raising her hips and releasing half his prick.
She directed his cockshaft against her clit as she fucked his cock. She let herself become completely abandoned to the sensations as she rocked up and down over his teenage prick.
Bud reached up and grabbed her flying tits as she sank down on his cock. "Is it good?" she whispered, her eyes glittering and her hair flying wildly over her shoulders.
"Yeah, Aunt Diana!" he gasped. "It's great! But I don't think I can hold out much longer!"
"Don't worry about it!" she said as she felt an orgasm engulf her.
She fucked him faster then, her ass flying up and down as her pussy erupted. She rolled over onto her back, his dick embedded inside her as she floated on the waves of sensation that filled her snatch.
Now he whipped his dick in and out of her cunt and came, filling her gash with his teenage spunk. She wrapped her legs around his back and her arms around his neck as she came again.
God forgive me! she thought as they rolled around the mattress. Oh, my God, what have I done?
CHAPTER FOUR
Diana was relieved when Les and Gloria returned to town and picked up Bud. She felt uncomfortable around the boy and was embarrassed by the way he followed her around the house.
She hadn't fucked him since that one time, but anyone could see that he had a crush on her. Anyone but Ralph, that is. Ralph noticed nothing.
When the boy was gone, Diana tried to assuage her guilt by going to a few church meetings with Ralph. But she was bored and her guilt soon dissipated and she returned to her old ways.
One morning she sipped her coffee in the kitchen and wondered what her best friend Beth was doing. She decided to telephone her and ask the blonde if she wanted to go shopping.
"I don't feel like shopping," Beth said. "But come on over here and let's have an old-fashioned bull-session."
Diana told her she'd be there as soon as she dressed. Then she returned to her coffee and straightened the kitchen before going upstairs and showering.
Later she decided to walk the few blocks to Beth's apartment. Beth was single by choice. She was a sexy blonde with big tits and an incredible pair of legs. She wasn't interested in marriage yet, although she was the same age as Diana.
Diana knew the blonde was a little wild sexually. Beth had told her about some of her exploits. She'd even confided in Diane about her affairs with other women.
Diana quickened her pace as she wondered what it would be like to make love with another woman. She had to admit to herself that she was curious about it. Not that she ever planned to do it. She was too feminine for that. But still, Beth was all woman. She preferred men, but liked variety in her sex-life.
By the time the brunette reached Beth's apartment building, she knew she'd come to a crucial decision in her life. If Beth was interested in balling her, she would agree to it. It was a mortal sin, but somehow it didn't matter anymore. She'd committed other mortal sins and God hadn't struck her dead yet.
Now she knocked on the door of Beth's apartment and her heart pounded. "Hi!" she smiled brightly when Beth opened the door.
"Come on in, honey," Beth said, standing in the doorway and looking perfectly gorgeous.
They walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa. Beth's apartment was casually furnished and she immediately brought out a bottle of white wine and two glasses.
"It's not too early for you, is it?" she giggled as she poured the wine.
"Not lately," Diana said.
"Oh?" the blonde said quizzically, one eyebrow cocked. "Do you want to go with that?"
She pulled her feet up on the sofa cushion and faced Diana. "Cheers," she said as she sipped her wine. "Well?" she said. "I'm waiting."
Diana told her everything. She told her how bored she was with Ralph and about Dick Griffon. She even told her about her fuck with Bud and when she was through she sat back and lowered her eyes.
"You think I'm a slut, don't you?" she said.
"Me, think you're a slut?" Beth giggled. "You've got to be kidding!"
"But you're not married," Diana said.
"Yes, but I've done a lot worse things," Beth smiled.
She hugged her knees against her tits. Her sweater was tight and clearly showed the outline of her oversized nipples. Her platinum blonde hair hung over her shoulders and Diana felt a strange ache grip her cunt.
The two friends talked about personal things. They discussed their favorite fucking positions and how they liked to have their pussies sucked.
Diana sipped her wine and no longer noticed when Beth refilled it. She found herself becoming more and more relaxed and soon she was stretched out on her side on the sofa and Beth was leaning her cheek against her hip.
"I get the idea you're trying to tell me something," the blonde said softly as she put her glass down on the coffee table.
"I don't know what you mean," Diana said, suddenly shy and withdrawing into herself.
Beth took the glass from Diana's hand and put it on the table. "I think you'd like to try it with me," she said as she threw her arms around Diana's body.
I can still back out, Diana thought as the two women lay side by side facing each other. But, I don't want to!
She shivered as Beth ran his fingers over her throat and down into her cleavage. She trembled when the blonde draped her hand over Diana's tits.
"I guess you're right," Diana said, licking her lips as Beth rubbed the palm of her hand over her boobs.
"Of course I am!" Beth hissed, leaning her head on her hand as she stroked and caressed Diana's jugs. "And I've been dying to ball with you for years!"
Beth moved her mouth to Diana's tits and ran her tongue over her boob through the material of her clothes. Diana sighed deeply and arched her back as she tried to force her tit inside her friend's mouth.
Beth opened her jaws wide and closed her hot wet mouth over Diana's tit. Diana crossed her leg over Beth's hip and let the waves of lust crash over her.
"Let's undress," Beth said sitting up and pulling her sweater over her head.
Diana sat up too and began stripping. When the two women were naked they gazed at each other with hot eyes. "We're alike, but different, huh?" Beth . grinned, toying with one of Diana's big tits. "Yes," Diana said, closing one hand over Beth's pink-tipped tit.
"Let me suck yours?" Beth said as she flicked Diana's nipples.
"Yes!" Diana breathed as she lay back and let her girlfriend lower her mouth to her tits.
Beth gluttonously sucked and licked her boobs. Diana closed her eyes and forgot the fact that she was involved in lesbian love. All that mattered was that her tits and cunt were on fire. The fact that a woman was responsible for her passion didn't matter. "You're getting hot, aren't you?" Beth said as she spit saliva over one of Diana's tits and licked it up with long strokes of her tongue.
"Yes!" Diana sighed, holding the blonde's head firmly against her boob.
Beth moved from one tit to the other while Diana thrashed her legs and clamped them around Beth's body. Diana ground her gasping cunt against Beth's thigh and tried to get friction on her clit.
Suddenly Beth moved her free hand to Diana's cunt and began rhythmically rubbing her clit while she feasted on her jugs. "Beth's going to give you a nice come," the blonde whispered. "A nice big come!"
"Oh, yes!" Diana whimpered, wiggling her ass and giving in to the intimate caresses.
The blonde relentlessly fingered her love-button while she devoured her boobs and soon Diana's pussy exploded in an orgasm. Now Beth slid her hand up and down Diana's juice-coated slit and cooed as she continued tonguing her boobs. She lashed her tongue over Diane's lust-stiffened nipples and jammed two fingers into her overheated gash.
No man could have done it better, Diana thought as Beth once again brought her to the brink of hot desire. No man could suck better or know how to touch my clit better than this!
After a second orgasm raged through her, Beth moved up on the sofa and again the two women faced each other. Now Beth took Diana's hand and moved it between her legs.
"Touch me," Beth said as Diana's fingers began exploring her snatch. "Touch me the way I touched you."
Diana needed no urging. She ran her hand over Beth's gash and slid her fingers around her juicy twat. She pushed a finger into Beth's cunthole and churned it around while the blonde sighed deeply.
She used her thumb on Beth's clit and moved her index finger to her friend's asshole. Her fingers were long and she was able to hold her like a bowling ball with a finger in her gash and one toying with her butt-hole.
"Rub my clitty," Beth said and Diana concentrated on the blonde's joy-button.
She stroked and rubbed until the blonde shivered and cried out as she climaxed. When she recovered, she sat up on the sofa and smiled down at Diana.
"Why are we crowding ourselves on the sofa when I've got a perfectly good bed?" she giggled.
Both women laughed and sprang up and dashed to the bedroom. They scrambled onto the bed and fell into each other's arms. They rolled around, kissing and hugging and caressing like two carefree young animals.
Suddenly Diana stopped laughing. "Oh, my God!" she said.
"What is it?" Beth said. "I'm imagining Ralph's face if he could see me now!" she said.
The two women burst out laughing and now Beth stretched out on top of Diana as their lips met in a hot wet kiss. The blonde rubbed her tits against Diana's tits and her cunt against Diana's cunt.
Once again Beth moved her hand over Diana's gash and stroked her clit. She ran a series of tiny kisses over Diana's tits and belly and down over her thighs.
She slowly moved her mouth to Diana's snatch and she gazed at Diana's eyes as she snaked her tongue over the brunette's cunt-muff. Diana inhaled sharply as Beth tongued her pussy-fuzz.
"Want me to stop?" Beth teased. "No," Diana said, her voice quavering. "Sure?" Beth giggled as she slowly split Diana's cuntflaps with her tongue.
"Oh, God, don't stop!" Diana gasped, as she closed her. fingers over Beth's head and forced her mouth more firmly against her gash.
Now Beth slid her hands under Diana's ass and gripped her butt-cheeks while she lifted her ass and brought her snatch up to her mouth.
She snaked her tongue over Diana's clit. It was stiff and erect and bright red, standing up at the top of Diana's slit like a tiny cock.
The cheating housewife tossed her head from side to side, raising her arms and stroking her own tits as Beth ate her snatch. "Good!" she gasped as Beth's tongue tore into her snatch. "Oh, yes, good! Good!"
Beth held Diana's hairy outer cuntlips open and stabbed her tongue-tip over her pussy-pulp. She explored the interior of her gash and drilled her tongue in and out of Diana's pussy-hole.
Now Diana locked her thighs around Beth's head and pressed her cunt against her mouth. She whimpered as the glorious sensations shot through her.
Beth tongue-fucked her cunthole and squeezed and caressed her ass-flesh while Diana pulled and pinched her own tits. It wasn't long before her cunt exploded, and as she recovered her senses she realized that she longed to have a prick in her cunt.
Now Beth brought her tongue out of Diana's cunthole and began sucking her clit. She closed her teeth over the tiny nub and bit down as she whipped it with her tongue-tip.
The sensations were almost too much for Diana. Another orgasm invaded her crotch and the brunette shrieked with lust as Beth relentlessly tongued and bit her clit.
When she recovered, perspiration dripped down her cleavage and Beth closed her arms around her as she recovered her breath. "Will you suck my cunt now?" Beth said.
Diana blanched. The prospect of sucking Beth's cunt almost repelled her, but she knew she had no choice. Beth saw her conflict and giggled as she stretched out on her back and urged the brunette to crouch between her thighs.
"I know, I know," the blonde giggled as she pulled her knees back to her tits and let Diana have a good look at her cunt. "I felt the same way my first time. But once you do it, you'll never feel this way again. After the first time you'll want to do it." Diana trembled as she crouched down over Beth's snatch. She was sure she'd never actually want to suck another woman's cunt. She held the blonde's thighs apart and closed her eyes as she bent down over her gulch.
She flicked her tongue over Beth's pussy and inhaled deeply. The smell was somewhat pleasant and the taste of Beth's cunt on her tongue filled her with excitement.
She plunged her tongue over the blonde's gash. She opened her jaws as wide as possible and closed her lips from her clit to the bottom of her slit.
Her own cunt perked with lust as she licked and sucked Beth's gash. She clutched the blonde's thighs and rubbed her nose back and forth over her light-haired cunt-fuzz.
Beth's body shook as she climaxed and Diana picked her face up and gazed at her friend as orgasmic convulsions gripped her body. She licked Beth's cuntjuice off her mouth and hungrily slid her tongue up and down her slit.
She tongued her clit and slithered it inside Beth's cunthole. Gobs of cuntjuice oozed out of the blonde's cunt and dribbled into Diana's mouth.
She eagerly swallowed it down and sucked up more. She grew totally engrossed in the sucking and no longer needed encouragement to devour her friend's snatch. The aroma and taste of Beth's pussy was totally erotic and Diana felt her cunt spasm in a tiny orgasm.
Beth ground her cunt down on Diana's mouth. Diana held her asscheeks in both hands and gobbled up her snatch. She tongued her clit in a frenzy and stabbed her tongue inside Beth's hot fuck-chute.
Still, she thought. It would be nice to have a big stiff cock sliding deep inside my cunt right about now!
She raced her tongue over Beth's cunt-mound, finally stuffing it all the way inside her snatch. Beth rocked her ass and grabbed handfuls of Diana's hair as she rammed her cunt against her sucking mouth.
The horny young wife clutched Beth's lush asscheeks and snaked her fingers into her asscrease. She rubbed a finger back and forth over her bung and the blonde shrieked.
"Stick it in!" she yelled. "Stick a finger up my ass!"
Diana's heart lurched as she forced her finger into her friend's asshole. She wiggled it around and rubbed her cunt forcefully against Beth's knee as she tried to get more friction on her own clit.
She rubbed her cunt back and forth over Beth's knee as she gluttonously sucked and licked her gash. Beth's cunt exploded again and she pulled her mouth away and concentrated on bringing herself off.
"Gotta have one more come!" Diana gasped as she writhed around on Beth's thigh.
Suddenly Beth had rolled over and clamped her mouth over Diana's cunt. The blonde raked her tongue back and forth over Diana's clit and roughly shoved a finger into her shitter.
"Come on!" Beth cried as she added a second finger to Diana's butt. "Come on and come!"
"I'm almost there!" Diana sobbed.
She blacked out then as the heavenly spasms shook her. She no sooner recovered from an intensely wild climax, than she was gripped by another.
After they were both totally satisfied, they dozed off. When they awoke, they showered together and Beth brought out a huge salad she had fixed and put in the refrigerator.
"Here's to balling," the blonde giggled as she speared a piece of cheese into her mouth. "All kinds of balling."
"I'll drink to that," Diana said with a grin. "Here's to all kinds of balling."
CHAPTER FIVE
Diana tried to control her excitement when Dick Griffon finally telephoned. Ralph had fucked her the night before and it had been less satisfactory than usual so she was thrilled to hear from Dick.
She told him it was okay to come over at noon. She trembled when he whispered how anxious he was to see her. How much he wanted to hold her in his arms and make up for lost time.
She spent the morning straightening up the house and trying not to think about the lousy fuck she and Ralph had had last night. She realized that since she'd started cheating their sex life had grown worse. Mostly because now she had something to compare it with. And she thought that maybe Ralph noticed it too.
Typical of Ralph, he'd waited until they were in bed and he'd turned to her. "How about a little fuck, hon?" he said as he turned on his side and grabbed for her tits.
She'd hardly had time to think when he pulled one boob out of her nightgown and brought it to his mouth. She pressed against him as he sucked a huge mouthful of titflesh into his mouth and felt herself turn on despite everything.
He'd stripped his pajama bottoms off then and pushed her nightgown up to her neck.
"Can't you take it off for me?" she said, feeling the nylon gown cut off her breathing.
"Aw, don't make a federal case out of it," he said as he moved a hand roughly between her legs.
"But if we're doing it, why can't we do it right?" she said.
"Why do you always have to complain and ruin everything?" he said, nonchalantly stroking up and down her slit.
Her pussy began moistening despite his lack of finesse. She struggled to pull her nightgown over her head as he stuffed two fingers between the tangled hairs of her pussy. He churned them around her pussy-folds and then drilled them into her cunthole.
"What are you complaining about, anyway?" he snickered. "You're as ready as you'll ever be."
"Just because I'm wet doesn't mean I'm ready," she said.
"Diana, are you trying to tell me when a woman gets wet it isn't like a man getting a hard-on?"
"That's what I'm trying to tell you," she said, as he stroked his fingers in and out of her cunt.
"You're hopeless," he said. "Before we were married I never figured you for frigid."
"Who's frigid?" she cried. "Just because I don't turn-on in sixty seconds doesn't mean I'm frigid!" But still the word tore into her heart like a dagger. Maybe it was true. Maybe she needed to cheat in order to find satisfaction in sex.
Now he sucked a nipple back into his mouth and finger-fucked her gash. But any enjoyment she was having disappeared. Frigid! Maybe he doesn't love me anymore! she thought. Maybe he wants a divorce!
Now she tried to respond as he climbed between her legs and without anymore foreplay shoved his cock into her cunt. The last thing she wanted was a divorce. She still loved him and besides, what would she do? She had no skills. How could she support herself without Ralph? No, she had to keep him happy even if it meant pretending to enjoy his lousy love-making.
"Mmmmm, that feels good, honey," she said as his prick sank deep inside her snatch.
"That's better," he grunted as he hovered over her and began fucking in and out of her pussy.
She deliberately wiggled her ass and moved her hands to her tits as she pretended a passion she didn't feel. Her tits jiggled and her nipples puckered as his balls slapped her ass.
She wrapped her legs around his back and tightened her cunt around his dick. "More, honey, more!" she panted. "God, you're fucking me so good tonight!"
"I'm coming!" he yelled, flailing his fuckpole in and out of her inflamed gash. "I'm coming! I'm coming!"
He clenched his teeth as his jism poured into her hot box and when he was through he left her as frustrated as ever.
"Night, hon," he'd said. "Now that was a good fuck."
She'd cuddled close to him until he'd fallen asleep. Then she'd risen from the bed and gone to the living room to masturbate.
Now she glanced at the clock on the bureau. It was eleven-thirty and Dick would be here at noon. She didn't have time to take a long bubble bath so she showered quickly and smoothed body lotion over every inch of her skin when she was through. She dabbed perfume on her tits and her inner thighs. She decided to wear a skirt and sweater and high-heels. That was one way she could get back at Ralph without his knowing it. She could dress up for another man and fuck him in Ralph's bed!
At twelve noon exactly, the doorbell rang. When she opened the door and let Dick in, her cunt throbbed. "Am I glad to see you!" he said as he took her into his arms. "Don't close the door all the way. Bill's coming."
"Bill?" Diana said, confused and suddenly frightened.
"Yeah, I'm breaking in a new salesman."
When he saw the look of alarm on her face, he took her into his arms and kissed her again. "Listen, hon, if you don't want him here I'll tell him to leave, but the boss'll be mad as hell at me. I'm supposed to be breaking the guy in and so I just couldn't disappear for the afternoon, much as I wanted to. So, I'll just go now and call you when I can get away if you don't want him here."
He gave her a peck on the lips and opened the door. He had began to leave when Diana grabbed his arm. "No!" she cried. "Don't go! I've been so anxious to see you. Let him come in, whatever his name is."
"Hey, do you mean it?" Dick said. "No, you don't, do you? Listen, it's okay. I understand if you don't want him around. Are you sure it's okay?"
"Yes," she said, glancing nervously out the door. "Where is he? I don't want the whole neighborhood knowing my business."
"You're terrific, hon," Dick said, poking his head out the door and snapping his fingers.
In a moment a sandy-haired man of about thirty-five ambled up the walk and came into the house. Diana slammed the door closed behind him and held her breath as she gazed from one man to the other.
"Come on in," she said as she led them into the living room, aware of their eyes on her ass as she minced along on her four-inch heels.
She nervously sat down on the sofa and offered them coffee.
"Beer is more my speed," Bill grinned.
"Me too, hon," Dick said, slipping his jacket off and settling back on the sofa. "Bill, Diana," he said. "No last names, right? Well," he said, eyeing Diana as she walked to the kitchen for the beer. "So, what's happening, Di?"
She didn't know what to expect now. She grabbed two beers from the refrigerator and returned to the living room. "Nothing much," she said, handing them each a beer. Then she ran her fingers through her hair. "What do we do now? Play gin?"
"Play gin!" Dick chuckled, throwing his head back and roaring. "Is she something? Did I tell you she was something?"
Bill grinned and nodded as he sipped his beer. Diana felt confused. Had she made a joke? Did she say something funny? Dick seemed like a stranger today. Not like the man she'd been intimate with the last time they met. Not like the man who'd made her come so many times.
The memory of that fuck made her pussy ache. Now she crossed her legs and looked from one to the other. Finally it was Dick who broke the ice. She didn't know how it happened, but one minute they were sitting in the living room making small-talk and the next minute the men were all over her. She took them to the extra bedroom.
They each grabbed a tit and Dick pulled her sweater over her head. They toyed with her boobs through her bra and both men leaned over and ran their tongues over her cleavage.
"Is this your first time with two guys?" Dick said as he cupped one boob and rubbed his moist lips over her silken flesh.
"Yes," she sighed, sitting at the edge of the bed with her eyes closed and her pussy inflamed.
"That's what I figured," Dick said as he slipped his hand up her skirt. "Didn't I tell you she was gorgeous?" he said to Bill.
Bill nodded as he held one tit up to his face and inhaled her aroma.
"Let's get naked," Dick said and both men quickly stripped their clothes off.
Diana gazed from one to the other. She'd seen Dick naked, so she watched as Bill's body came into view. She shivered when she saw his cock. It was nice and big and already half-hard.
Before she knew it, her skirt was on the floor and Dick was pulling her panties off. He pushed her onto the bed and hovered over her, sucking gluttonously on her wobbling titflesh.
Bill climbed onto the bed and leaned over her other tit while he quietly slipped a hand under her ass and squeezed her fleshy butt. One of them spread her legs wide and Bill stared openly at her hot wet cunt.
"Good and hairy," he said with his mouth open and a tiny drop of saliva dribbling down his full lower lip.
She gyrated her ass as he gazed at her pussy-pulp. Dick climbed around and stuffed his prick into her mouth and she automatically opened her lips and sucked it inside.
She sighed and inhaled deeply as she swirled her tongue over his cock-knob. His balls hung down over her nose as she darted her tongue up and down his fuck-stick.
Bill fingered her snatch as Dick forced more of his prick into her mouth. She pulled her knees back and Bill moved one hand to her tits as she slobbered over Dick's prick.
"Can't wait to stick my cock in here," Dick said as he plunged a finger into her pussy-hole.
Diana forgot all about her initial fear as they played with her holes. She forgot about Ralph and all her troubles as Dick speared his prick in and out of her lips and Bill fingered her snatch.
Now Dick forced her to release his cock and he dropped his balls over her lips. She squealed as she sucked them inside one after the other. She opened her jaws wide and he dropped his entire ball-bag into her mouth and she let his nuts bathe in her saliva.
Suddenly Dick lurched forward and she almost gagged when he drilled his fuckpole into her throat. She swallowed hard and he pulled back, but not before she felt his cockhead at the back of her throat.
"Fuck, what a mouth!" he shouted as he thrust his dick in and out of her lips.
Meanwhile Bill was pistoning his finger in and out of her twat with pile-driving thrusts. The horny housewife held her thighs wide open as he crouched down and tongued her clit while he frigged her gash.
"Where do you want it?" Bill said.
"In my pussy!" she wailed.
He plunged his tongue into her cunthole and rubbed his finger over her clit. "Jesus, what a gusher!" he said.
"Stick your cock in!" she hissed.
"Jesus, what a hot cunt!" he snickered.
"Would I steer you wrong?" Dick said.
Diana wiggled her ass and fondled Dick's balls as he mouth-fucked her. She yelled for Bill to fuck her, but he continued fingering her cunt and rubbing her clit.
Now Dick held her lips closed over his fuckpole and she could no longer speak. Bill straddled her crotch and finally speared his dick into her cunt.
"Tight sucking cunt!" he muttered as he rammed his prick deep into her depths.
Dick reached over and squeezed her tits together as he continued fucking her face. But he no longer forced her lips shut so she was able to breathe more easily.
The feeling of Bill's cock in her cunt was wonderful! His cockshaft rubbed deliciously against her clit and he held her asscheeks in his hands as he stroked in and out of her pussy.
She realized suddenly that Bill's cock was uncircumcised and the feel of the extra piece of skin on the head of his cock gave her additional pleasure.
Her jaws grew tired and she wished Dick would come in her mouth. He seemed to sense her discomfort because he pulled out until only his cockhead remained in her mouth.
"How would you like it in your asshole?" he said.
"Yes!" she shrieked.
She hadn't had much experience in ass-fucking, but at the moment she'd have done anything they wanted.
Suddenly both men withdrew their pricks from her body and turned her onto her belly. She lay there with her cunt and ass exposed, feeling vulnerable and totally turned-on and more womanly than ever.
Dick climbed behind her ass and Bill moved toward her head. He played with her cunt while Dick got ready to fuck her butt-hole.
Now Dick squeezed her ass and pried her asscheeks open. He lubricated her asshole with saliva and pushed a finger into her bung. A feeling of eroticism overwhelmed her and then Bill slid a finger into her cunt and she felt an orgasm engulf her.
"Fuck, I haven't even stuck it in her yet," Dick snickered, jamming a second finger into her butt-hole.
"Let me suck your cock!" she yelled at Bill and he happily obliged.
He moved in front of her face and stuffed his prick into her mouth while Dick thrust yet a third finger into her asshole. "It's opening up nice," he said as he finger-fucked her butt. "Just another minute or so and it'll be ready for my cock."
Bill's cock streaked in and out of her lips and suddenly Dick's cock was imbedded in her asshole and she almost passed out from the pain.
"Take it out!" she shrieked, trying to expel his prick from her tortured bung.
"Cool it," he said as he stopped stroking, holding his cock still inside her. "Give it a minute."
"But it hurts!"
"Easy, easy," he murmured.
Amazingly, the intense pain dissipated and now her pussy and asshole felt like one incredible hole filled with delicious sensations. She wiggled her ass and fucked back at his cock and now he began thrusting his prick in and out of her brownie.
Bill had been sitting back and pumping his prick while Diana regained her composure. Now he stuffed his dick back into her mouth and she once again had two fuckpoles strumming in and out of her.
She came exquisitely, her butt-hole clamping shut on Dick's cock as she came. He managed to control his own orgasm, but when she bit down on Bill's dick he came, filling her mouth with thick ropy jism.
"Jesus Christ, don't bite it off!" he cried when his balls were drained.
"Don't take it away!" Diana begged, sucking his half-limp cock back into her mouth.
"Fuck, she's gonna kill me!" Bill chuckled, but he rested on his knees in front of her face and let her continue sucking and licking his dick.
"What a way to go!" Dick snickered as he stiffened and stopped stroking in an attempt to control his orgasm.
But it was no use. He came, thrusting his dick violently into her bung and filling her shit-chute with thick spunk. He grunted as he dumped his load inside her butt. He growled and roared and held her hips so tightly his nails dug into her skin.
She held Bill's balls and devoured his limp cock while Dick split her butt in two with his exploding fuck-stick. Finally both men fell over onto the bed, their hands protectively over their crotches.
"Christ, she's a killer-cunt!" Bill gasped.
"Would I lie to you?" Dick panted.
"When you're rested," Diana said, forcing herself between them and tangling her fingers in their hair, "will one of you fuck me again?"
CHAPTER SIX
The afternoon with Dick and Bill changed her life. She became totally turned-on and obsessed with sex. She couldn't get enough and when there was no man around she masturbated constantly.
The house suffered and Ralph finally noticed. To avoid an argument she hired a cleaning woman to come in every two weeks to clean up. She had no intention of using her own time for what she now considered shitwork. She managed to scrape together the money by buying less expensive cuts of meat and making a lot of casserole dishes. When Ralph complained about that she told him the price of groceries had skyrocketed and he accepted her explanation.
He continued spending most of his free time going to church meetings and paid less and less attention to Diana. Only now she no longer cared. If he'd started staying home more she'd have been upset.
She fucked half a dozen guys regularly and had no favorites. Not even Dick. She'd discovered that it wasn't the man that mattered, but the way he used his prick. And what a man did with his prick depended for the most part on the woman.
So she read every sex book she could get her hands on and learned how to keep a man sizzling. She turned them on to massages and vibrators and three-way sex with two women and one man. She and Beth got together regularly with one man or another. Sometimes one of them just watched, masturbating while the other one got laid. It was wild and wonderful and Diana's life had never been fuller.
Sometimes when Ralph came home with a bunch of her favorite spring flowers or a box of her favorite chocolates, she felt a pang of guilt. But most of the time she managed to feel okay about her cheating because most of the time Ralph ignored her.
One day when Bill arrived around three in the afternoon, she flew into his arms. "God, I'm glad to see you!" she said as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him hotly.
"Let's get on a bed," he said as he draped his arm around her shoulder. "I'm in the mood for love."
They chatted about the real estate business as they walked upstairs to the extra bedroom. He put an envelope down on the dresser and told her to open it later, after he left.
"What is it?" she said as she peeled her stockings off her feet.
"Just a little present," he said, standing in front of her wearing only his jockey shorts, his prick standing up like a pistol.
"But what is it and why can't I open it now?" she said.
"If you must know, because it's money and I didn't think you'd take it."
"Well, you're absolutely right," she said as she walked to the dresser and picked up the envelope. She returned to the bed and handed it to him. "Listen, I do this because I love it," she said. "I'm no hooker and I don't want your money."
"Hey, baby, I know that," he said, grabbing her boobs and pulling her into his arms. "It's just that you've been good luck for me and it's my way of saying thanks. Come on now, take it and buy yourself something pretty to wear in bed."
"Well, okay, I'll buy a sexy nightgown," she said as they rolled onto the bed.
He closed his hands over her big round tits and tweaked her pink nipples. "You're the sexiest woman in town," he said as he leaned down and flicked his tongue over both puckered tips.
"Have you taken a survey?" she giggled as she thrashed her legs around and held his head as he clamped his lips over one throbbing tit.
Now they stopped talking as their bodies became covered with sweat. Diana writhed around on the bed as he went from one boob to the other.
"Sweet titties," he said as he slobbered over her jugs. "Sweetest knockers in town."
She stroked his hair and held his mouth firmly against her boobs. He buried his face against her cleavage and for the hundredth time she thanked God she had big tits. She sometimes saw flat-chested women walking down the street and even if the rest of the woman's figure was good, something was lacking.
The word God made her tremble and she remembered suddenly how religious she used to be. In the old days she'd been as religious as Ralph. In fact that was one of the things they had in common. But the older she became, the more she drifted away from organized religion. Not that she didn't believe in and love God. It was just all the church ritual that she was bored with.
She forced her mind back to the feel of Bill's mouth sucking delightfully on her tits. He slid his hands under her ass and cupped her butt-cheeks.
She raised her ass and sighed when his fingers slipped inside her asscrack and dabbed at her asshole. "Let me suck your cock," she whispered. "I want your cock in my mouth so badly!"
He needed no urging. He quickly straddled her chest and let his cock sway in front of her face. "Come and get it!" he smiled, gyrating his hips so his cock jiggled around and grazed her lips.
Like a drunk with a bottle of booze in front of her face, she grabbed his cock and sucked it into her mouth. She stroked his cockskin with her fingers while she lazily swirled her tongue over his cock-knob.
She reached for his balls with her free hand and licked up the drop of jizz in his piss-slit. She coated his cockhead with saliva and then gazed at it before licking the saliva off with long strokes of her tongue.
She hefted his balls and almost felt them fill with cream as she slowly devoured his prick. He moved forward and pressed his nuts against her, knowing she loved the feel of his cock-bush on her face.
He held her head with his big hands and she opened her jaws wide as he forced more of his fuckpole into her mouth. He grunted and pulled back, face-fucking her with short and then deep strokes.
They had a routine worked out, and just when she thought she knew what his next move would be he changed it. That was one of the things she loved about having several lovers. The fucking never got dull that way. Especially not with a guy like Bill.
She remembered the first time she met him. When he'd walked into the house with Dick and she'd fucked them both. She hadn't been too impressed at first. It was her first threesome and she was as nervous as a cat. But once she got to know him she liked him more than Dick and now there was nothing about sex that frightened her.
Now he slid his prick in and out of the ring of her lips and grunted as he held her head in a tight grip. She knew if he came in her mouth he would get hard again soon. And until he got hard he would suck her cunt real good and make her come again and again.
No, she didn't need his prick hard to have lovely orgasms. She had some of her best when he licked and sucked her pussy. And he loved to do it. More than any man she'd ever met, he loved to suck a cunt.
Now she held his ass as he forcefully stroked his dick in and out of her mouth. He held her long dark hair while he fucked her mouth. She turned her head back and let him drill his dick into her throat.
She held onto his balls while he brutalized her mouth with his fuckpole. Her lips were wide-stretched and saliva dribbled out of the corners of her mouth, but her heart pounded with excitement. It was so wonderful to have a man's cock in her mouth! So wonderful!
Her jaws ached, but she didn't care. She wanted his prick in her mouth forever. Now! she thought as she tasted the first few drops of pre-orgasmic come on her tongue. Now!
And he came, flooding her mouth with bitter-sweet jism and thrusting his dick with frenzied strokes in and out of her throat. She tilted her head back and let the pungent cream gush down her throat. He lifted her head off the bed by her hair and she squeezed his balls to drain them.
He rolled over onto his belly and regained his breath while she frantically masturbated. He chuckled when he moved onto his back and gazed at her. He stroked his dick while she frigged her cunt and stared at her with half-closed eyes.
She gave herself an orgasm and when she continued her frenzied rubbing of her clit, he pushed her onto her hands and knees and began squeezing her butt-cheeks.
"Gorgeous ass," he muttered as he pinched and massaged her round curvy asscheeks.
She pressed her tits into the mattress and wiggled around as he explored her butt. She wondered if he would fuck her shitter today.
Now she rubbed her stiffened nipples back and forth over the sheet. Fires of desire raged through her as Bill brought his hand up and then slammed it down on her butt.
"Ouch!" she shrieked. "What are you doing?"
He snickered as he brought his hand down again on her butt, but this time she didn't protest. Strange wonderful sensations filled her pussy as he brought his hand down once again on her butt-flesh. The cheating wife felt her cunt convulse in an orgasm as the blows became harder.
Her entire body trembled and he rubbed his cockhead up and down her spasming slit from her clit to her asshole. He lubricated his fuck-pole with her thick juices and then roughly pushed her over onto her back.
She squealed as he pushed her legs apart and buried his face against her snatch. She cupped her tits and squeezed her nipples as he gluttonously sucked and licked her pussy-meat.
He tongued her cunt until she thought she'd lose her mind, but he didn't bring her off. Instead he straddled her chest and slid his dick into her mouth.
"Clean it off," he said.
She hungrily licked her own cuntjuice off his prick. He pushed more of his cockshaft into her mouth and then jammed it into her throat.
She struggled to breathe and then he pulled his prick out of her mouth and made her lick his balls. His hair-coated nuts filled her mouth and she lovingly licked them clean.
Now he pushed her over onto her hands and knees and pushed his cockhead against her ass-crease. She wiggled her ass and pushed back as he compressed his cock-knob and forced it into her bung.
The pain was terrible for just a moment, but then it disappeared and the horny brunette became totally involved in the brutal fucking. He held her hips in a strong grip and rammed the rest of his fuckpole into her bowels.
When it was all the way inside her, she turned and met his gaze.
"Assfucker!" she hissed.
"Slut!"
"Mother-fucking assfucker!" she said. "I'll bet you fuck your mother's ass!"
"Slut-whore!" he said, his prick imbedded in her shitter. "Dog-fucker!"
"Big cock inside me!" she moaned. "Big fucking cock inside me and I love it!"
"Sure you do, dog-fucking slut!" he growled. "Fuck that cock!"
She moved a hand to her pussy and toyed with her cunt-pulp while she fucked back at his prick. He stroked in and out of her butt-hole and then pulled out and pushed her onto her back.
"Clean it!" he said as he drilled his shit-streaked fuckpole into her mouth.
She hungrily licked his cock as she rubbed her clit. He pushed her hand away from her gash and snickered. "Whore!" he said. "Can't keep your hands off your cunt!"
Suddenly he pushed her onto her side and moved one hand to her hip as he speared his dick into her gash. He thrust it in and out, rasping his cock-stalk over her clit. Then he pulled out and returned his cock to her mouth.
"Let's have a little mouth-action," he grunted.
She grabbed his ass and sucked his cock all the way into her throat. She swirled her tongue over his knob and the flared rim under it. She began bobbing her head back and forth as she sucked in more and more of his fuck-stick.
Now he forced her to release his cock and once again rammed it into her shitter. She moved a hand back to her cunt and frigged her pussy-hole as he slammed his fuckpole in and out of her bowels.
They found a rhythm as he slid his prick in and out of her asshole. He corkscrewed it in and out and she wiggled her ass. She reached back between her legs and tried to grab his balls.
"Ball-fucking slut!" he hissed, as he stroked in and out of her gash.
He whipped his dick in and out of her shitter. She no longer felt any pain. She felt only total erotic pleasure. He pulled out and she suddenly found herself stretched out on her back. Now he rolled her ass back and reinserted his prick in her asshole.
She felt like an animal as he speared his dick in and out of her cunt while he rubbed her clit. "Fucking whore!" he roared. "Can't get enough of my cock, can you?"
"No!" she shrieked.
Once again he pulled out and hunched down until his lips were over her gash. "Want me to suck your pussy?" he teased.
He held her cuntlips open and flicked his tongue-tip over her clit.
"Yes!" she gasped.
She tried to force more of his mouth on her snatch, but he held back. "Beg for it!" he snapped. "Please, suck my cunt!" she screamed. "Admit you're a dog-fucker!" he said. "Suck my cunt! I'm a dog-fucker! Give it to me!"
"That's better!"
He opened his jaws wide and closed his mouth over her gash. He lashed her clit with his tongue and flicked his tongue over her cunt-tissues.
Then he pulled out and climbed around until his prick hovered over her mouth. He pushed it inside, splitting her lips in two with his thick fuck-stalk.
He sat on her tits and his butt moved over her nipples as she accepted his fuckpole in her throat.
He moved back and forth from her cunt to her mouth. Now he slid down her sweat-soaked body and pressed his lips against her hot slit. He plunged his tongue into her cunt-hole and drank down her pussy-juices.
She thrashed her legs in the air and yelled as she came again and again. He closed his lips and ground his mouth and chin over her gash. The stubble on his chin only served to increase her pleasure. He pried her cuntflaps open and rubbed his nose and chin up and down her slime-coated cunt-folds.
He bit down on her clit and sucked it into his mouth. And then he moved back and drilled his prick back into her cunthole. "Shit, Di!" he panted. "You're the best fuck in town!"
Her hungry cunt grabbed his dick as he began fucking her again. She sucked his fuckpole into the warm wet embrace of her snatch. He pulled out and tilted her ass up as he forced his prick back into her asshole.
Suddenly she found herself on top of him with his cock in her cunt and her tits bouncing. Her feet were planted on the mattress and she rocked up and down as she fucked his dick.
She tossed her head back and found a rhythm as she sank down on his dick. Her cunt sucked it up and then released it. Her cheeks were pink and her hair flew wildly about.
"Get over here!" he said as he pushed her down flat on her belly and hovered over her asshole.
Now he pushed his fuckpole into her shitter with one violent thrust that took her breath away. He began pounding her shitter with pile-driving strokes until they came together.
They rolled around on the bed as the sensations of the fucking engulfed them. And when he straddled her and stuffed his limp dick into her mouth, she sucked it hungrily.
"I've got an idea for us," he said.
She gazed up at him and stopped sucking his cock.
"Keep sucking!" he chuckled, forcing his prick deeper into her mouth. "We'll talk about it later."
CHAPTER SEVEN
When Ralph asked her to give a party, Diana was surprised but happy to do it. She sent out the invitations and ordered the food. When the night came, she dressed in a long skirt and low-cut tight sweater and stood with Ralph at the front door and greeted their guests.
"You know Reverend Fletcher," Ralph said as the tall solemn-looking reverend walked into the house. "And this is his assistant, Reverend Coleman."
Diana gazed up into the clear blue eyes of the handsomest man she'd ever seen. "It's a pleasure," she gulped as he took her hand.
"The pleasure is all mine," he murmured.
"Not bad!" Beth hissed as she walked by.
I'll say! Diana thought as she continued greeting people.
When the party was in full swing, Diana went to the kitchen and had the girl who was helping bring out trays of cheese and crackers. Ralph acted as bartender and in no time someone put some records on the stereo and people started dancing.
Diana went out to the den and kicked her shoes off. "Can I get you something?" she said to Reverend Coleman who was sitting in a corner by himself.
"You can sit down and talk to me," he said.
She plopped down onto the sofa next to him, sipping her wine and giggling. She was a tiny bit drunk and when a few drops of wine spilled on his sleeve she wiped it up with a hanky wet with some saliva.
"It's going to stain if we don't get it off now," she said as she dabbed at the tweed of his jacket. "I'll tell you what. Let's go upstairs where I can use some spot-remover."
She scrambled off the sofa and tugged at his hand. He grinned as she pulled him out of the room and up the stairs. "You really don't have to do this," he said.
"It's no trouble," she smiled, pulling him into the bathroom. "Let's just see what we have here."
She sat down on the toilet seat and pulled him closer as she examined his jacket. A wave of lust raged through her. She was facing his crotch and she gazed into his face. God, he was good-looking!
"Are you okay?" he said, stroking her cheek.
"Lord, yes!" she sighed, pressing her cheek against his crotch.
He cradled her head against him and her heart pounded in her chest.
"Are you married?" she said.
"No," he said.
"This is crazy, isn't it?" she said.
"You're one of my flock," he said.
"Oh, Jesus!" she said.
He held her head against his fly and slowly pulled his zipper down. "Jesus saves," he said.
He took his prick out of his fly and moved her hand over it. She grabbed it like a drowning person grabs a life-raft and squeezed his dick-root.
She'd wondered if he'd heard any gossip about her. He'd only been in town for about six months. Ralph had mentioned that Reverend Fletcher had a new assistant, but she'd never met him before.
Now he caressed her hair and stroked her face as she held tightly to his dick. "I'll bet you think I'm terrible," she said.
"I love all God's children," he said.
"But you're so young!" she said.
"Not that young," he said.
He took hold of her upper arms and pulled her to her feet. He kissed her, sliding his tongue inside her lips and exploring her mouth.
"Don't think that just because I'm a man of God I don't have human feelings," he said.
"But I'm a married woman," she said, closing her arms around his neck and returning his kiss.
"You're also a very sexy woman," he said.
"Well, I do enjoy sex," she said.
Her pussy churned as they clung together and exchanged tongues and spit. She heard the muted sounds of voices coming from downstairs. When someone suddenly knocked on the bathroom door, the reverend told whoever it was that he'd be a while.
"Some hostess I am!" she giggled when she heard the footsteps move down the hall.
"You do have another bathroom downstairs, don't you?" he chuckled.
She nodded and rubbed herself against him. "Yes," she said and she pushed her tits against his chest. "Kiss me!"
Instead he sat down on the toilet seat and pushed her skirt up to her waist. He slid his hands up and down her thighs and then between her legs.
He stroked her panty-covered crotch and she moaned as his fingers stroked her already-wet gash. "Someone might notice we're both missing," she whispered.
"We won't stay long," he said. "You're already wet."
He pulled his hand out from under her skirt and urged her to stand up. He pulled her against him and kissed her and now she felt her knees buckle.
"If you think it's okay," she said as he clutched her asscheeks and rubbed his crotch against her pussy.
"God says it's okay," he said and for emphasis he tongued her ear.
He took her hand and once again closed her fingers over his fuck-rod. "And you're hard," she giggled as she moved his taut cockskin up and down his fuck-stick.
He kissed her again and again. He tongued her mouth and her ears and closed one hand over her tits. He pulled her skirt up and held her ass with his free hand, pushing his fingers inside her panties.
He stroked her ass and her tits. He flicked her nipple through the material of her sweater and she clung to him and pumped his cock.
"Keep pumping," he muttered, sliding his hand inside her sweater and bra.
She pumped harder and shivered when she felt his hand on her bare boob. Her fingers flew up and down his cock and he toyed with her naked jug.
He moved both hands to her waist and stabbed his tongue into her mouth. She kept stroking and caressing his dick as she returned his hot kisses.
He released her for a moment and pushed her skirt up and pulled her panties down. He gazed at her long shapely legs, encased in sheer black stockings which were held up by a tiny black lace garter belt.
He crouched down before her and began running his lips and tongue up and down her thighs. He held her skirt up and she leaned against the sink and panted for breath as he wet her down with his rough wet tongue.
She threw her head back as his tongue grazed her cunt-muff. She stepped out of her panties and he held them up to his face and pressed them against his nose.
"God's plan," he said as he inhaled the pussy-fragrance emanating from the flimsy piece of nylon.
"I had no idea clergymen were so... " she murmured.
"So normal?" he chuckled.
He straightened up. He picked her up and placed her ass on the sink. She automatically stretched her legs wide apart and showed him the inside of her overheated gash.
He crouched down again and stared wide-eyed at her snatch. "You're so very beautiful," he said. "When I met your husband I had no idea he had such a beautiful wife. He seems like such a cold man."
"Ralph's okay," she said, a feeling of loyalty for the man playing host downstairs flooding her senses. "We've just gone separate ways."
"But he's missing so much," Reverend Coleman said as he stared at her wide-open gulch.
He finally touched her cunt-bush. He stroked the damp tendrils of curly black hair and slid his finger up and down her parted slit. She sighed as he spread her cuntjuice over her hairy outer lips and trembled when he pressed his lips against her inner thighs.
"Mmmm, you've got such soft skin," he said as he kissed her sensitive flesh and rubbed his chin against her knee.
She held onto the sink and shivered as he kissed and licked her thighs and stared at her snatch. She forgot all about the party and the fact that she was hostess. She forgot she was in her own house and her husband was right downstairs. She forgot about Beth and the Reverend Fletcher and all their friends who were drinking their booze and eating their food. All she cared about was the feeling in her cunt. The hot hungry feeling that only this man could satisfy.
Now he slid his hands under her ass and pushed her cunt up in the air. "Show me your titties," he said.
She was taken by surprise, but did as he asked. She pushed her sweater up to her neck and showed him her bra-covered tits.
"Take your bra off!" he said.
She quickly unhooked her bra and awkwardly pushed her sweater off her arms. Then she pulled her bra off and let him see her big round tits.
He slid his hands out from under her butt and closed them over her jugs. "But they're splendid!" he said as he pushed them together and moved his face against the two huge melons.
He squeezed her tits and licked her nipples. She held her thighs apart and she felt his stiff prick against her.
We've been here about five minutes, she thought as his cockhead rested on her cunt-muff. Ten at the most. Not long enough to be missed.
Just then there was another knock on the door. The Reverend motioned to Diana to answer. "Who's there?" she said.
"You okay in there, honey?" Ralph said.
"I'm fine!" she chirped.
"We're running short on beer," he said. "The Reverend Fletcher is coming with me and we're going to pick up a few more six-packs. Need anything else?"
"No," she said hoarsely. The Reverend Coleman was sucking her tits and she hardly knew what she was saying. "No, everything's fine," she called out, trying desperately to keep her voice normal.
"Be back in about ten minutes, then," Ralph said through the door. "Maybe we better serve the food then."
When she didn't answer he repeated. "Okay, you'll serve the food when I get back, huh, hon? You sure you're okay in there?"
She cleared her throat and took a deep breath. "I'm fine," she said. "Go ahead and hurry back with the beer."
She heard his footsteps walk away and she threw her arms around the Reverend Coleman's neck. "I thought we were goners," she giggled softly.
He lowered his head and licked his lips as he admired her boobs. He dabbed one finger over her nipples and brought his index finger to his mouth. He wet it with some saliva and moved it back to her nipples. He wet them down and rubbed them softly before closing his lips over one throbbing tip.
He suctioned her tit into his mouth and she held his head tightly as he ran his tongue over her boob. And then she could wait no longer. She slipped off the sink and knelt between his legs.
She reached inside his fly for his balls and brought them out into the air. She hungrily sucked his cock into her mouth until her cheeks bulged.
She held his balls and pressed them against her face as she sucked gluttonously on his fuckpole. She clamped her fingers around the root of his prick and felt his cockhead expand in her mouth.
He began driving his prick in and out of the ring of her lips. He unhooked his belt buckle and pushed his pants down. He forced her to release his prick and then he lifted her up and sat her down on the edge of the sink.
"I must fuck you now," he said as he mashed his cockhead around her pussy-pulp.
"Oh, yes!" she sighed, stroking his hair. "Yes! Fuck me now!"
He rubbed his fuck-stick up and down her slit. "Does this feel good?" he said, rubbing the tip of his prick over her clit.
"Yes! Yes!" she hissed. "Oh, yes! Keep doing that! I'll come in a minute! Don't stop!"
But he moved his prick away and substituted his fingers. He shoved two fingers into her gash and she leaned her head back against the mirror and gurgled.
"You will begin coming to church more often, won't you?" he said.
"Oh, yes!" she gasped. She would have agreed to anything at the moment.
"You're a lovely woman," he said huskily as he fingered her pussy-hole. "But you must become more involved with church functions."
"Yes!" she sobbed. "Yes, I will!"
She climaxed then, her entire body trembling violently as his fingers streaked in and out of her hot hairy gash.
"Diana," Beth's voice said through the door. "You really must come downstairs. People are beginning to wonder where you are."
"In a minute!" Diana panted, trying to make her voice sound normal.
"Is there someone in there with you?" Beth said.
"Why, what makes you ask that?" Diana said.
"Open the door," Beth said softly, but firmly. "Come on. I know you're not alone in there."
The Reverend Coleman looked at Diana with a quizzical expression on his face. "What shall we do?" he whispered.
"She's my best friend," Diana said.
He pulled his fingers out of her cunt with a loud pop and turned to the door. He snapped open the lock and opened the door slightly as Beth pushed her way inside.
"Jesus Christ!" the blonde hissed as she surveyed the lewd scene in the bathroom. "And praise the Lord!"
Beth quickly sank to her knees on the rug and sucked Reverend Coleman's prick into her mouth. Diana moved to his rear-end and she pried open his butt and tongued his ass-crease.
Diana noticed his face turn pale and his breathing ragged as Beth worked him over. She wasn't jealous in the slightest. She was happy to kiss and tongue his butt.
"Let me suck your pussy," he said to Beth who quickly scrambled up onto the sink and moved her legs wide apart.
The blonde wore no panties so he easily pressed his lips against her gash and licked up her cunt-syrup. He held her hips and crouched down. Diana moved behind his ass and continued tonguing his butt-flesh.
Now she pushed his pants down to his knees and grabbed his balls from behind. He groaned and smiled weakly as he ran his tongue up and down Beth's hot slit.
"You ladies must come to my office some day where we'll have more room," he said.
"When?" both of the women said at once.
He didn't answer because he quickly became engrossed in licking Beth's twat. Diana sucked one of his balls into her mouth and let it float around in her saliva.
"Let's do it soon," Beth giggled, pumping her cunt at his face.
"Yes, soon!" Diana said as she forced her tongue-tip into his shitter.
She heard voices in the hall and then a loud knock on the door.
"I'm back, hon," Ralph said through the door. "Get your ass out of there before you fall in!"
He clumped down the stairs again and Diana knew she had to leave. She straightened up and began putting her clothes in order while she watched the handsome reverend suck Beth's clit into his mouth.
What delicious hypocrisy! she thought as she fluffed up her hair and dabbed on some lip gloss.
"I'm going now," she whispered, but the couple didn't hear her.
She put her hand on the doorknob and started to turn it when she saw the reverend push Beth against the sink so that her ass was in the air and her cheek rested on her arms.
"Stick it in, Reverend," Beth giggled as the blue-eyed reverend rammed his dick into the blonde's snatch.
Oh, shit! Diana said to herself as she opened the door and slipped into the hall. Fuck and damn! I wonder if he meant what he said about our coming to his office?
CHAPTER EIGHT
A week later Reverend Coleman invited both women to his office in the church building. Diana was excited about seeing him again and she lay in bed and yawned as she watched Ralph dress.
"You look like you're in a good mood," he said as he kissed her good-bye. "Got some big plans for today?"
"Nothing special," she said. "Just lunch and some shopping with Beth."
"Well, don't spend all my money," he said. He turned in the doorway, his big frame filling the room. "You sure you're not keeping something from me?"
Diana felt a twinge of excitement. "Nothing, honey," she smiled. Her pussy melted as she gazed at him. He still turned her on. No matter what happened, she still loved him.
The moment he was out of the house Diana sprang out of bed and began dressing. She wore a skirt and blouse and combed her hair back neatly with two combs. She didn't want to be seen going into the church looking like a slut.
When she arrived at Reverend Coleman's office, Beth was already there.
"Call me Tom," Reverend Coleman said as he returned to the sofa where Beth was stretched out wantonly.
She realized then that Beth and the reverend had already started. Now he leaned over and began running his tongue over Beth's panty-covered crotch.
The brunette wife sank down onto a chair and watched as Tom stroked Beth's cunt. He turned to gaze at Diana while Beth writhed around on the sofa.
"Your girlfriend here was too hot to wait," he said.
"She understands," Beth said. "Don't stop, Tom."
He hovered over the blonde, but instead of rubbing her cunt he began toying with her tits. Diana noticed for the first time that Beth's nipples became dark pink, almost brown, when she became excited.
Now Beth climbed around and fell on top of Tom's face. He chuckled as he fell backward and Beth ground her pussy down over his mouth. Diana's heart pounded as she watched the lewd sight.
How far she'd come in the past few months! She'd gone from a faithful wife to a slut! There was no doubt about what she was now. But was she any worse than Tom Coleman and all the others. Of course Tom was a man of God, but the others she'd played around with were just as hypocritical. Several of the men she fucked were church-going family-men who played the faithful-husband role when they got home, but who fucked anything that moved when they were away.
Now she crossed her legs and squeezed her thighs together as she watched Beth and Tom squirm around on the sofa. She longed to get no involved, but didn't know how.
"We're being rude to Diana," Beth giggled as she sat up and slipped her panties off her legs. "Come on over here and play with us."
Tom smiled, his gorgeous blue eyes glittering as Diana rose up and moved to the sofa. She forced them to make room for her and sat down between them. She looked from one to the other and giggled when Beth leaned back and began toying with her cunt-muff.
"We all may as well get comfortable," Tom said as he unbuttoned the top button on Diana's sweater.
She tugged at her skirt. The zipper stuck, but she yanked it down and soon her skirt was on the floor. Her cunt felt hot and she became even more excited when she heard the church-bells ring the hour. There was something about fucking on the premises of a church that was terribly exciting. There was something perverse about it that made her pussy gush.
In a few minutes they were all naked. Tom took both women by the hand and led them through a door that led to a small bedroom. There was a narrow, monk-like bed in the corner and they climbed on and huddled together.
"Maybe Beth and I ought to get married," Tom said with a grin.
It occurred to Diana for the first time that both he and her best friend were both single. And she was jealous. She cleared her throat and forced herself to smile.
"Hey!" Beth squealed. "Remember, I've got a witness!"
Now Tom crouched over Diana and grabbed her tits. "Let's have a contest to see who's got the biggest ones," he said.
"I do!" Beth yelled.
He dug his fingers into Diana's velvety tit-flesh, almost hurting her with the roughness of his squeezing. "I think Diana likes to be treated a little rough," he said.
He continued squeezing her tits while he pushed his knee between her legs and rubbed her cunt. "Yeah," he said huskily, slowly rubbing his knee over her snatch. "I think our girl likes to be pushed around a little."
Now Diana gazed at Beth and smiled. Beth stroked the brunette's hair and ran tiny kisses over her cheek. "Isn't this a trip?" Beth giggled.
Diana moaned when Tom leaned over and ran his tongue-tip over her slit. He moved it up and down and from side to side. Her cunt flaps yawned open when he moved it from side to side and she shivered when his tongue reached her clit.
"Clitty! Clitty! Clitty!" Beth trilled. "Suck my clitty in the city!"
Diana giggled despite herself. Suddenly she found herself being moved around and then Tom was stretched out on his back and both women were fighting to get to his cock.
"I'll do it!" Beth shrieked.
"No, me!" Diana cried.
They both had a hand wrapped around his prick and he grabbed their hair and told them to take it easy. "There's plenty for everybody," he said.
His cock was bigger than Diana remembered and his balls were huge and quickly filling with love-juice. Diana suddenly wanted his cock in her mouth, but knew she'd have trouble getting it away from fuck-hungry Beth.
She decided to be generous. "You go first," she. said to Beth, releasing his prick and moving to the side.
The hot blonde smiled at her friend as she crept between his legs with her pert ass in the air. She curled both hands around his cock and brought her full moist lips to his cockhead.
Diana watched the drop of spunk cling to Beth's lower lip as she swirled her tongue over his knob. She shivered and hugged her knees against her tits as Beth tongued his cockshaft and balls.
Beth sucked his now fully-swollen balls into her mouth one by one and rubbed her white teeth up and down his cock-stalk. She gazed at Diana as she pushed his thighs apart and took a few inches of his cockshaft into her mouth.
Her pouty mouth stretched wide over his thick fuckpole and when she released it his shaft was wet with her saliva.
Suddenly Tom sat up and pushed Beth down on her back. "Let's try this thing on for size," he said, pushing her legs apart and forcing his prick inside her pussy-pocket.
In a moment his cock disappeared inside her cunt and he turned to Diana. "Rub her clit while I fuck her," he said, and Diana quickly did as he asked.
She rubbed the tip of her index finger over Beth's enlarged clit as he plunged the rest of his fuckpole into the blonde's snatch. Beth sighed and moved her legs over his shoulders as she raised her crotch off the bed.
He fucked her slowly and deeply. At one point Diana slipped her finger along with his prick inside Beth's cunthole.
He lowered his head and began licking the blonde's jiggling tits. "Good tight cunt," he murmured as he nibbled her boobs and fucked her gash. "Hot and tight, just the way God meant them to be."
He pulled his cock out of her cunt and let it rest on her belly as he concentrated on her tits. He held them in his hands and tongued them as his cock stabbed her belly.
Now Diana moved her mouth under his ass and reached for his balls. She pushed her face between his legs and inhaled his male-fragrance.
Then once again he slid his prick into Beth's twat and began fucking her faster. Diana watched as the blonde's cunt gripped his dick in a spasm-like motion.
Suddenly he moved around and he and Beth were in the classic sixty-nine position. His mouth was buried against her cunt and his prick was deep inside her mouth.
"Oh, Lord!" Diana breathed as she watched the wanton sight. She rubbed her aching pussy as she watched her friend's mouth stretch wide to accommodate Tom's dick.
Beth squeezed his balls as she sucked his cock. Diana watched his ass move up and down as he fucked Beth's mouth and tongued her gash.
Diana leaned her head against Tom's back and masturbated until she came. Then she climbed around on the bed and reached between their bodies. She rubbed and caressed Beth's tits as she fingered her own pussy. She crashed through another orgasm and then lay panting as she regained her senses.
She moved behind Tom's ass and hungrily ran her tongue up and down his asscrack. She tongued his thighs and balls and stabbed her tongue-tip against his bung.
She forced her tongue inside his asshole. He groaned as he pushed more of his dick into Beth's mouth. The lewdness of the scene turned Diana on completely and she shivered when Tom began shouting obscenities.
She pulled her tongue out of his asshole and substituted two fingers. She thrust them in and out of his butt while she kissed and tongued his asscheeks.
Beth continued gluttonously sucking his cock and it wasn't long before he filled her mouth with his jism. He directed the flood over her lips and then moved it to her cheeks. The blonde rubbed it into her skin and then sucked his cockhead back into her mouth to squeeze out the last few drops.
Diana watched as the huge load cascaded down Beth's chin and onto her tits. When his balls were drained, he rolled over onto his back and the two women rested against him.
He stroked his half-hard cock and reached down to squeeze Diana's boobs. "It'll get up again soon," he said. "The party's not over yet."
"Can I touch it?" she whispered hesitantly.
"Sure!" he grinned, pulling her over him and kissing her.
Beth watched as Diana stretched out on top of him and covered him with her body. Their lips and tongues met in a hot wet embrace and Diana forgot all about Beth as she pressed her hairy cunt against his stiffening prick.
She brought her hand to his fuck-stick and pumped it up and down. She moved only his thin cockskin over his prick. She rubbed her tits against his chest and nibbled on his lips.
She felt a hand on her snatch and realized it was Beth's. The blonde was parting her cunt-lips with a finger and slipping it inside her hot box.
Diana spread her legs wide apart in open invitation. Beth speared a second finger into her twat and Diana plunged her tongue into Tom's open mouth.
Beth's fingers snaked in and out of her snatch while Diana raised herself over Tom's body and dropped a tit into his mouth.
"You sluts, you!" he chuckled as he chomped on her jug.
"You love it!" Beth cried, her fingers streaking in and out of Diana's snatch.
"I sure do!" he said as he slid his prick into Diana's cunthole.
"Whoops!" Beth said as she stretched out on her side next to them.
He humped his ass up and down on the bed as he sawed his cock in and out of Diana's cunt. Then as quickly as he'd begun fucking her, he pulled out and sat up.
"Somebody get a couple of beers," he said, pointing to a six-pack on the dresser.
"Isn't it warm?" Beth said as she scrambled off the bed and flounced across the room.
"So what?" he said, grabbing a can from her hand and popping the lid off and taking a big gulp. "That sure hits the spot."
He finished one can and asked for another. When he tore off the lid, he grinned as he poured the contents over both women.
They yelped as the liquid drenched their bodies. "What are you doing?" Diana cried.
"Jesus Christ!" Beth said.
"Don't use the Lord's name in vain," he chuckled.
The women rolled around the bed and dried off on the sheets. He reached over and fingered Beth's beer-soaked cunt-muff. Diana saw the look the two gave each other and realized that they really cared for each other.
She slid off the bed and sat on a nearby chair while Tom crouched over Beth and buried his face against her snatch. He planted his lips against her pussy and tongued her clit.
"Where'd you go?" he said to Diana.
"Don't you think three's a crowd?" she said.
"Hell, no," he said.
He slithered his tongue inside Beth's wide-open, crimson cunthole. He licked up her frothy juices and the blonde wiggled her ass in response.
Diana leaned back in the chair and watched as Beth spread her thighs further apart and Tom tongued her gulch. She pretended it was Ralph sucking Beth's gash. How wonderful it would be if only Ralph would join her in her new life!
Now Tom stiffened his tongue and stuffed it all the way inside Beth's gash. Diana continued dreaming that Ralph had changed. Maybe if he knew a man like Tom, a man of the church, led an adventurous sex life. Maybe it would change his mind about what was right and what was wrong. But how could she tell him? There was no way. No way at all.
Now she sighed as Tom moved his lips from Beth's cunt to her mouth. Beth closed her legs around his back and pulled him against her. They writhed around the bed, the sheets wet with beer and their arms and legs entwined.
Tom slid his hands under Beth's lush ass and lifted her up. He turned to Diana and told her to get back on the bed. "You look lonesome," he said.
"Oh, I was just thinking about Ralph," she muttered.
"Hey, don't feel guilty," he said. "Just because he's a dead-head doesn't mean you have to be."
"But he trusts me!" she said.
"Yeah, well he's spending a lot of time with my boss," Tom said. "And if I know the pious Reverend Fletcher, he's shown Ralph around the better whore-houses in town."
"Are you serious?" Diana breathed, sitting forward on the chair.
"I don't want to start any trouble," Tom said, moving around and sitting on the edge of the bed.
He took her hand and kissed her palm. "Fletcher's a man you know, even though he tries to give the impression he's not."
He urged her to return to the bed and he slapped her ass as he pushed her onto her hands and knees. "Why don't you both take the position and let me fuck your assholes?"
The two women gazed at each other and giggled as Beth joined her on her hands and knees. Tom moved behind them and squeezed their butt-flesh.
"Praise the Lord!" he said, his eyes closed and his cock upthrust. "Praise the Lord and pass the shitters!"
CHAPTER NINE
Diana soon found out what Bill had meant. He phoned her one morning and told her to meet him in a motel at the outskirts of town. "Wear something slinky," he said. "There are some guys I want you to meet."
She put on her tightest sweater and skirt and piled her hair on top of her head in a mass of ringlets. She wondered what he meant when he said he had some guys he wanted her to meet.
She finished dressing and went down to the kitchen. Today was her anniversary. Ten years married to Ralph! she thought as she washed the breakfast dishes. Ten years and what did she have? No children. A dinky house and a Mrs. in front of her name.
Now she threw the wet dishcloth over the sink and left the room. She went out to her car and slid around under the steering wheel. The sun had been beating on the seat and the plastic was warm against her ass.
She turned the ignition key and drove out onto the street. She saw Beth turning the corner and stopped the car when the blonde came abreast.
"Guess what?" Beth said, squinting at the sun and grinning.
"I give up," Diana said. "What?"
"First, where are you going all gussied up?"
"None of your business," Diana said. "What's up? I'm late."
She had no intention of telling Beth about her date with Bill. It would be just like the horny blonde to try and wangle an invitation. And she had no intention of introducing her to Bill. She'd made that mistake with Tom Coleman and now he and Beth were practically living together.
She gunned the motor and gazed at the blonde who was leaning against the open window. "I'm waiting," Diana said.
"I'll tell you some other time," Beth said, moving away from the car. "See you later."
Diana didn't argue. She released the brake and sped down the street. She honked the horn at some nearby kids and then turned onto the road that led to the highway, forgetting all about Beth and her lousy secret.
When she pulled onto the highway, she pressed down on the accelerator and went ten miles over the speed limit as she drove to the appointed place. The motel was very near the airport and she wondered if Bill's friends were out-of-towners.
She moved her skirt almost up to her crotch and let the cool breeze rush against her. God, it was hot! And that cheap husband of mine refuses to get me a car with air-conditioning!
She constantly went from loving Ralph to wishing she had the nerve to leave him. What was marriage, after all, if not mutual interests and trust? She and Ralph shared no interests and she knew damn well she couldn't be trusted! And occasionally she wondered about him too.
When she saw the sign signaling her turn-off, she flicked on her turn signal and drove down the ramp. The motel was just around the corner and she pulled into the parking lot and turned off the motor.
Now she peered into the rear-view mirror and examined herself. Pleased with what she saw, she climbed out of the car and locked it before walking to Room 101 and knocking on the door.
Someone must have been standing right there because it was opened immediately. "You must be Diana," the man said with a smile.
"Yes," she said as she walked into the dimly lit room. "Who are you?"
He stopped smiling as he puffed on his cigar. "Never mind," he muttered, his eyes glued to her tits. "We don't use names around here."
"Get your ass in here," Bill said.
He was seated in the corner with a can of beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other. "That's Piggy, this one's Don and this is Chester over here."
The other men nodded as they stared at her. "Those tits all yours?" Don said with glittering eyes.
"Everything you see is all hers," Bill said impatiently. "Would I have anything to do with a broad who wore falsies?"
"You never know," Don whined. "I've been burned before."
"Shut the fuck up," the one named Chester said. "Nice to meet you honey," he said to Diana.
Someone put a drink into her hand and she sipped it nervously. Something was strange, but she couldn't figure out what it was. Bill seemed distant today. Normally he was sweet and warm toward her, but today he was treating her like a stranger.
Suddenly the one they called Piggy rose up and took her hand. "Let's get the show on the road," he said, leading her over to the bed.
She turned to gaze at Bill who remained in his chair. "Bill!" she said. "What's going on here?"
"Just stay cool, honey," he said nervously. "Have I ever steered you wrong?"
"No," she whispered as she sank down on the bed next to Piggy.
He yanked his tie off and she wondered why they called him Piggy.
"You're probably wondering where I got the name, Piggy?" he chuckled.
She tried to relax. "Well, actually I was," she said.
The others remained in their chairs and smoked and drank as they watched her. It finally occurred to her that she and Piggy were about to put on a show for the benefit of the others.
"Hey!" she said, standing up. "I don't think I like this!"
Bill stared at her coldly and put his drink down. "Sit down and do what he wants," he said.
She slowly sat down on the edge of the bed. She knew she had no choice. She was in a motel room with four men and there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it. They were obviously going to rape her. The others would watch while one by one they used her body for their own pleasure.
She felt sick in the pit of her stomach as she felt the searching eyes on her tits and legs and ass. Next to her on the bed, Piggy chuckled.
"They call me Piggy because when I was a kid I loved pork-chops," he said, pulling his shirt out of his pants and slipping his shoes off.
He noticed the depressed look on her face and he stroked her cheek. "Hey, honey, this isn't the end of the world," he said. "You're gonna get fucked, not murdered."
Diana smiled wanly as she turned to him. He was right. She wasn't in any physical danger. I better cooperate and enjoy it, she thought. Four men at once is a lot, but nothing I can't handle.
She pressed her tits against his arm and felt a flutter grip her cunt. Now that she was no longer nervous, she began to get excited. Actually it was a woman's dream to have four pricks at her disposal.
She moved a hand to his bare chest and toyed with his curly chest-hair. He grinned as he took her hand in his and directed it to his crotch.
He unzipped his fly and pushed her hand inside. She slid it inside his shorts and found his prick. She brought it out and gazed at it. It wasn't too long, but it was very thick. And it was only half-hard too. When it was totally hard, it would be a very nice cock.
"I'm gonna cream my jeans!" one of the men croaked.
She turned to him and smiled seductively. "I'll get to you soon enough. Don't you dare bring yourself off."
All of them chuckled then and Bill breathed an obvious sigh of relief. He slipped his shoes off and tore off his tie as he relaxed in his chair.
"Go! Go!" he said to Diana who had crouched down in front of Piggy and was pulling his pants off his legs.
"That's what I'm doing," she dimpled as she slipped Piggy's pants and shorts off his feet.
She climbed between his thighs then and hefted his legs over her shoulders as she brought his prick to her lips. "That's quite a mouthful you've got there," she giggled as she closed her lips over his cockhead.
She heard someone suck in his breath as she lapped her tongue over his piss-slit. Piggy leaned back, resting on his hands as he gazed at her with sparkling eyes.
She pushed his hairy thighs wider apart and caressed his leathery skin with her long slender fingers. She breathed in his male aroma and ran her moist lips over his inner thighs.
His balls hung down, big and filled with man-cream. She brought her lips to his ball-bag and wrapped two fingers around his cock-root.
His cock was harder now and his shaft was incredibly thick around. She squeezed the base of his stalk, hardly able to reach two fingers around it.
She felt all their eyes on her as she slowly snaked her tongue out of her mouth and ran it over his cock-knob. She felt it throb as Piggy exhaled and she deliberately let her tongue rest on his jizz-slit.
He moved his feet up on the bed and pushed his shirt off his shoulders. "Shit, this doll's got a terrific touch!" he said.
Now she noticed the other men stripping. She gazed at Bill's prick as she nibbled on Piggy's. She opened her mouth wide and sucked his cockhead inside. She continued staring at Bill's prick as she sucked and slurped on Piggy's.
Piggy began fucking her lips. He leaned forward and held her head as he forced his prick deeper into her mouth. She gagged when he pushed his thick pole down her throat. He held her mouth closed around his rod while he eased it further and further into her mouth.
She pulled back when his cock-jungle tickled her nose, but he dug his fingers into the sides of her head and she couldn't move. His cock-knob filled her mouth and soon she felt it tickle the back of her throat.
She filled her hands with his balls and he released his grip on her head. He fucked her mouth until he grunted and climaxed, rocking back and forth as he dumped his load of sharp-tasting jizz down her throat.
She held his hips as his spunk cascaded down her gullet. He slammed forward again and again as his seemingly-endless load streamed down her throat.
When he was finally through, he pushed her forward so abruptly she fell over on the floor, her long dark hair hanging down one shoulder.
He climbed off the bed and one of the others took his place. Diana didn't remember if it was Chester or Don. And by now she didn't care. Sucking Piggy's cock had turned her on and she only knew she wanted more.
They told her to undress and she quickly obeyed. All four men stared at her as she pulled her clothes off. When she was naked, she turned to the man on the bed and smiled sexily.
"Give Don good head," Bill said.
Don chuckled as he wiggled his ass and made his half-limp cock and balls shake. She lay back with her legs wide open and opened her arms in invitation, ignoring Bill's words.
"You want some nookey?" Don snickered as he mounted her. "Well, I'm the guy to give it to you."
He roughly rubbed his cockhead against her wide-open gash and pushed forward. His prick wasn't totally hard, but it easily slipped inside her juiced-up twat.
It pulsated against her cunt-walls when he pushed it all the way inside her gash. His shaft pushed down and rubbed her clit and he held it that way as she writhed around under him.
Then he lurched forward and began fucking her. The other men all smacked their lips lewdly as they leaned forward in their chairs and watched.
Diana had never felt so totally excited. There was something erotic about having an audience and she thrashed her legs in the air to deliberately give them a good show.
For the first time in her life she had the urge to become a prostitute. She loved to fuck and Ralph didn't. What would the harm be if she got paid for what she loved doing?
Now Don reached over and clamped his lips over one of her tits. He bit down and gobbled up more of her tit-flesh. She held his head and moaned as she caressed his hair and fucked back at his dick.
She wrapped her legs around his back and pulled him into the middle of her thighs as she came. When her orgasm exploded in her pussy, she brought him off with her, her cuntlips sucking the cream out of his balls.
He continued thrusting his fuckpole in and out of her gash while the men watching hooted and yelled and shouted obscenities. Bill climbed onto the bed next to them and forced his dick into her mouth. She had trouble breathing, but sucked it inside and swirled her tongue over his dripping cock-knob.
"It's my turn," Bill said as Don grinned and slid off the bed.
He took Don's place between her legs. She gazed up at him and sighed. No, better not to be paid for fucking. Getting paid would take the fun out of cheating on Ralph. It would make it more like a job and she didn't want that.
Now Bill straddled her tits and plunged his dick into her mouth. He pulled out and pushed in before climbing back between her legs. He gazed at her with hot eyes and leaned down and ran his lips over her slit. He opened her cuntflaps with his tongue and then sank his prick deep inside her.
He moved her legs over his shoulders as he plowed in and out of her snatch. She felt her pussy clamp down on his dick-root with each thrust forward.
She moved a hand to her cunt and rubbed her clit. In the position they were in his cock didn't touch her love-button. She fingered her twat while he fucked her and suddenly someone climbed onto the bed and stuffed his cock into her mouth.
Someone else pushed her around until she lay on her side with a man at her ass and another at her pussy. Bill slid his prick back inside her cunt while someone else toyed with her ass.
She felt her asscheeks open and a finger playing with her bung. She trembled when another prick slipped into her mouth. Where's the fourth one, she thought as she felt a finger push inside her asshole.
Oh, my God! she thought as Bill fucked her cunt. Now his cockshaft rubbed her clit and brought her to the brink of ecstasy. Another finger was added to the one in her butt-hole and a prick was drilling in and out of her mouth.
Suddenly the fingers withdrew from her bung and she felt a cockhead push against it. She tried to turn her head to see who was about to fuck her butt, but the cock in her mouth held her imprisoned.
Someone squeezed her tits and sucked one nipple into his mouth. She felt a moment of pain when the cockhead popped inside her brownie, but sucked gluttonously on the dick in her mouth and welcomed the searing feeling.
Now she felt the cock in her bung push forward and fill her with dick. Whoever it was fucking her asshole wiggled his prick until she felt it against her bowels.
She hungrily sucked the cock in her mouth while Bill pounded her pussy. There were lips on her tits and a tongue streaking over her belly.
Suddenly Bill began pounding her pussy until he came. When his jizz blasted into her cunt, she came too. She bit down hard on the cock inside her lips and whoever it was fucking her mouth cursed as he dumped his load in her throat.
Now someone rolled her over onto her belly and whipped his dick in and out of her entrails. Bill moved around on the bed and forced his dick into her mouth.
She sucked eagerly on his limp prick. She threw her head back as he fed her his meat. The cock in her asshole relentlessly pistoned in and out of her depths and she came again and again.
Amazingly she felt Bill's prick stiffen in her mouth. He had just come and yet here he was getting hard again!
And then she caught a glimpse of herself in a mirror against the wall. And what she saw astonished her. She looked like a whore. Her legs were splayed open and her hair looked wild and tangled. Her cheeks were flushed and she had the look of a bitch-dog in heat on her face.
"Come on, slut!" Bill roared. "Keep sucking!"
She whimpered as she gazed at her image in the mirror. She sucked Bill's cockhead into her mouth, but now two huge tears ran down her cheeks as she watched herself.
I may as well be dead, she thought as she stared at the slut in the mirror. I can't go on like this.
CHAPTER TEN
After that day she cancelled her cleaning help and changed their phone number. She told Ralph it was because she'd been getting obscene phone calls, but in reality she didn't want any men calling her.
She became totally involved in the house and began dressing more conservatively. She cut a few inches off her hair and wore less makeup.
Ralph seemed to be pleased with the result and began to urge her to go to church with him.
"You'll enjoy it, hon," he said. "You'd be surprised how God can play a part in your everyday life."
She told him she'd accompany him to a church meeting that night. But when she tried to get him to make love to her, he demurred. "Not now, honey," he said. "I need all my energy for work."
Diana tried to suppress her disappointment and forced herself to think of other things. But her cunt was terrible horny. It had been two weeks since she'd gotten laid and she ached for it.
She whipped through the house, washing floors on her hands and knees and sweeping out the basement. By five o'clock she had dinner in the oven and was about to shower and change when the telephone rang.
"It's me, hon," Ralph said. "I've got to work late."
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said, truly disappointed. She'd been hoping he'd be interested in staying home and fucking. "When do you think you'll be home?"
"I'm not sure, but you go ahead without me," he said.
"Oh, no," she said. "I'll go another time."
"But I told Larry you'd be there,' he said. "You go on and I'll get there when I can. He's depending on us to help lead the meeting."
"But I don't know anything about church matters," she said.
"Please, babe," he said. "For me."
"Well, okay," she said. "For you." He promised to come to the church as soon as he got off work. She figured she owed it to him to go to the meeting even though she'd have preferred staying home and masturbating.
When she arrived at the church, she was surprised to see very few cars in the parking lot. She hurried to the basement where the meeting was being held and arrived just as the meeting was starting.
"We're honored tonight," Reverend Fletcher was saying, "with the presence of one of our more lovely members."
Diana smiled shyly and rose up, nodding as he introduced her.
"Now we shall begin," he said. The meeting lasted only about an hour, but to Diana it seemed endless. The Reverend Fletcher droned on and on and Diana felt restless as she wondered where Tom Coleman was.
When the meeting was over, one of the women served tea and cookies. Diana kept glancing at her watch, but still Ralph didn't appear.
"Don't leave yet," the Reverend whispered in her ear at one point when some of the others were filing out. "I'd like a few words with you in private."
Diana stayed in the background as the last of the people walked out. She wondered what Reverend Fletcher wanted to talk to her about. He seemed somehow so bloodless with his prim manner and drab clothes.
Now everyone was gone and he walked back into the room. There were two pink spots on his cheeks and he smiled warmly as he went to a corner cupboard and took out a bottle of scotch.
"Just a snort," he said as he poured a glass half full. "Will you join me?"
Diana nodded and he rummaged around for a second glass. When he found it, he poured some scotch into it and handed it to her.
"Bottoms up," he said as he drank down half the drink.
Diana followed his lead and gulped half hers. She needed it. She was glad her promiscuous days were over, but her pussy ached for some attention. Well, hopefully Ralph would be here soon and they'd go home and fuck.
"What did you want to talk about?" she said, turning to Reverend Fletcher.
He finished his drink and put his glass down on a nearby table. She drained her glass and it almost fell out of her hand when he abruptly pulled her into his arms and kissed her.
He took her by surprise and her cries were muffled as his lips pressed against hers. Before she knew it his tongue was invading her mouth and his chest was pressing against her tits.
She'd deliberately dressed simply tonight as was her new habit, but her heart pounded as her tits spilled out of her tightly-packed bra.
"What are you doing?" she gasped. "I want you!" he hissed. "You're out of your mind!"
"Come back here!"
He grabbed her and pulled her against him. Her nipples were stiff and throbbing and they stabbed his chest as he ground his mouth down on hers.
He pushed her against a wall and held her with one arm while with the other he unbuttoned his shirt.
"Let me go!" she cried, but he pushed his leg between her thighs and held her imprisoned.
"Not before I've done what I've wanted to do for months!" he said.
She whimpered and let her arms hang down as she gave in to the demands of her body and his. She kissed him back, shoving her tongue wantonly into his mouth and sucking his tongue into hers.
"That's more like it," he said as he tugged his shirt out of his pants and opened his belt.
"Ralph will be here soon," she said, biting his lips in a frenzy.
"He called," Larry Fletcher said as he brought his prick out and let it rest against her belly.
"What did he say?" she said.
"He asked me to tell you to meet him at home," he said. "He's going to be delayed."
"Oh, Lord," Diana said as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
Is there anyone in this world who's really decent? she thought as he thrust his prick against her cunt. Anyone at all?
Now Larry Fletcher kissed her hotly as he pawed her tits. "You're so beautiful," he said as he gazed at her.
Diana stared back at him. He looked so different. Not prim at all. He looked like any many who was turned on by a woman and about to fuck her.
She threw herself against him and knew in that instant that she'd always cheat on Ralph. She had no intention of doing really wild things like fucking four men at once. But she knew in that moment that her life would never be complete unless she got a lot of fucking. And she'd never get what she needed from Ralph.
Now she rubbed her tits against Reverend Fletcher's chest and spread her legs as he dry-humped her. His prick rubbed deliciously over her fully-clothed pussy. How wonderful it would feel when his cock was finally inside her!
He pushed her skirt up to her waist and let his prick slip inside her thighs. She squeezed his dick between her silken legs and offered him her tits.
"Suck them, Larry," she murmured, unbuttoning her blouse and letting him see her bra-covered melons.
"Take them out," he said as she pulled her bra straps down and exposed her massive jugs to his gaze.
He held her jiggling boobs in both hands and rested his face against her cleavage. He slithered his tongue over her tits and sucked lightly on her nipples.
"The Lord made your body as a temple for men to enjoy," he said. "What about for me to enjoy?" she said. "Don't tell me you're one of those libbers?" he said as he tongued her tits.
"If that makes me a libber, then I'm a libber," she said. "My body's for me to enjoy. And if a man enjoys it too, so much the better."
"Whatever," he hissed as he mauled her tits. "This will be our secret, won't it?"
"If you mean, will I tell Ralph, of course not," she said. "I wouldn't think of telling a man who considers you one of his best friends that you seduced me."
"Now, Diana," he said, his face crimson. "You want it too, don't you?"
"Yes, but don't ever forget that it was you who started it."
She had no intention of playing the role of the victim any more. She was a woman with a great sexual need, but she wasn't going to be the pawn of any man. She would fuck who she wanted when she wanted. Even now, if she didn't want to be here with Reverend Fletcher, one well-placed kick would send him reeling.
Now they moved to a small love-seat and sat down. She stretched out on her back with her legs dangling over one arm. He crouched over her and squeezed her ass while he continued to devour her tits.
He slid his lips from one jug to the other as he tongued her nipples. He rubbed his saliva into her velvety skin and sucked in huge mouthfuls of her tits.
She trembled and brought her legs back. She clamped her thighs around him and tangled her fingers in his hair. Her breathing was ragged and she humped her ass and pushed her cunt against his crotch.
He moved a hand to the waistband of her panties and yanked her bikinis down to her ankles. He held the palm of his hand against her open gash and caressed her gently.
He found her engorged clit and rubbed it with the flat of one finger. She sighed and came almost at once as he continued stroking her joy-button until she came again.
He sucked and nibbled her tits while he stroked her clit.
"Let me suck your cock!" she said, pushing him off her body.
"You bet!" he said as he rested one foot on the love-seat and the other on the floor.
He hoisted himself around until his prick stood up and leaned against her chin. She pulled it into her mouth and rolled her tongue over his cockhead.
Now he managed to bring both legs onto the love-seat as he hunched over and helped her to suck more of his prick into her mouth. She tongued his cockshaft and his balls. She licked off the jizz spilling out of his pisser and let his entire cockhead loll around her saliva-filled mouth.
"Diana!" he breathed as he gazed down at her.
"Mmmmmmm!" she mumbled as she raised her head and tried to suck more of his fuckpole into her mouth.
"You're wonderful!" he hissed.
"Hmmmmmmmmmmm!" she panted as she chomped away on his fuckstick.
She suctioned another inch of his dick into her mouth and nibbled the soft underside of his cock-knob. She stroked his dick-root and squeezed his balls.
They rolled around and fell onto the floor in a tangle of arms and legs and she sucked his prick deeper into her throat. Now he sat on her tits and speared his prick in and out of the ring of her lips.
"Get it in there!" he hissed.
"Give it to me!" she cried.
He mouth-fucked her with short rapid strokes. He jerked his ass and gyrated his hips as he split her lips with his fuckpole.
Suddenly he got to his feet and pulled her up with him. As if by design, they moved to a doorway and she leaned against it as he crouched down and shoved his prick against her cunt.
"Oh, yes, fuck me!" she sighed as she held her skirt around her waist and welcomed the feel of his fuck-knob on her cunthole.
He rubbed his cockhead around hr clit and over her cunt-pulp. He wet it down with her thick lubrication and then lunged forward and up and sent his cock balls-deep inside her gash.
She leaned against the doorway and he grasped her asscheeks and lifted her feet off the floor. His cock was imbedded in her cunt and she bounced up and down as he fucked her.
"Hold on!" he said as he walked back to the love seat and together they fell onto the cushions.
He lay on top of her and left his prick inside her as he leaned over and once again stroked and licked her tits. "What a lucky man Ralph is!" he said again and again.
He snaked his hands over her ass flesh and teased her bung. "Did you ever have your little asshole fucked?" he said. "A few times," she giggled. "I'll bet more than a few times," he said. "What do you have in mind?" she said. He pushed his fingertip into her asshole and she groaned. The feel of both holes being filled was lovely. She'd forgotten just how lovely it was.
"Maybe I'll just finish off in your butt," he said as he drilled his entire finger into her bung.
"Oh, God, that's good!" she gasped.
"That's not God, it's me!"
Now he pulled his prick out of her gash and she positioned herself on the floor on her knees. She leaned against the love-seat with her ass in the air, still almost fully dressed, but with her skirt bunched up around her waist.
She craned her head and gazed back at the reverend. He was on his knees behind her and was licking his lips as he stared at her butt.
"You've got a gorgeous ass," he said, prying her asscheeks apart.
"I'll bet you say that to all the women in your congregation," she said.
"What makes you say that?" he said.
"I don't believe for a moment that I'm the only one you're fucking," she said.
"Now, now, my dear," he said.
"Just don't be a hypocrite," she said.
"I never claimed to be celibate."
"Ralph thinks you're lily-pure."
"Whatever gave him that impression?"
Now she leaned her cheek against the cushion as he pumped his prick and held her asscheeks open. He rubbed his moist cockhead up and down her asscrease and pushed it against her bung.
"Careful!" she said.
"Always," he said, easing his damp cockhead inside her butt-hole. "Ouch!" she cried.
"Just a little more," he murmured as he pushed forward and sent his entire fuckpole down her chocolate highway.
"I'm in!" he said triumphantly as he rested his head against her shoulder.
"Fuck!" she cried, wiggling her ass.
"Oh, Diana, you've such a tight asshole!"
"Play with my cunt!" she squealed.
"Like this?" he said, reaching around and touching her cunt.
"Yes!" she gasped. "Rub my clit that way!"
He rubbed her clit while he pulled his cock out of her asshole. He left his cockhead inside and then plunged forward and once again filled her butt with his stiff prick.
Now he slipped two fingers into her gash and finger-fucked her while he reamed her butt-hole. "I'm going to come soon!" he breathed.
"Me too!" she cried.
"Oh, Diana, can we do this again soon?" he said. "Soon!"
He thrust his dick in and out of her shit-chute until he came. He spilled his jism into her bowels while he frigged her pussy and she had the best come she'd had in months.
They fell over onto the floor and he nestled against her back as they regained their composure. She turned to face him and moved up until his head rested against her tits.
"Reverend Fletcher," she said as she caressed his hair.
